Jesus . . .
 You are the rose, and the jasmine.
  It is You,
  who is the fragrance
    upon a rain-drenched landscape.
 
 You are all, Lord,
   and I am just one . . .
  who stands alone,
    before You.
 
 The sweet incense of prayerful anticipation
  delights my very soul.
 
 And so it is,
   that I have been brought forth
  to  feast,
   in the banquet of
    Your love.