I Saw The Face Of Mary

We lay on a small wooden dock
At a farm pond in Kansas,
Our lips touched, lovingly,
We talked to each other,
As wavelets lapped at the moorings
We looked deep into the water
Of our lovingkindness,
We smiled, lying face to face,
Stretched out in opposite directions,
Only our lips touching,
Only our eyes locked into the embrace
Of thousands of years of loving
Each other, the World,

In another world I came for you,
Aggressively seeking you out,
Calling your name until you appeared
Outside your cottage door
In whatever land it was,
You knew what I had in mind,
You said I had to wear
A mask of Paper Mache
You threw it, the wind caught it,
Sending it beyond the wooden fence
Just out of my reach,
Whose face is it? You teased,
I saw the face of Satan turning to you, Judas
I saw the face of Judas turning to you, Jesus
I saw the face of Jesus turning to you, Mary
Then your face became mine, mine yours,
So we laughed and embraced
While the wind blew the masque
In a whirlwind around us.