REDEEMED CREATION

Inscribed in my body is the desire
To love and be loved. It burns in my heart,
Soul and mind an insatiable fire
That can only be slaked when I'm a part
Of He who made me - in deep communion.
The world spins a candy floss existence
Spurning solitude and naked union.
Until I turn from its sly insistence,
I can't fathom my reason for being,
Getting lost in isms so unseeing.
Eschewing the Beatific Vision
Leaves me with a meagre sense of mission.
But redemption of my sexuality
Can be the grace of my mortality.