Zen Love
I love my little Buddha husband
sometimes I watch him as he naps
his face assuming the soft delicate
lines of a child or an angel
asleep on God’s bosom
I observe him in the garden
through the glass patio door
reflective light of the noonday sun
splashing gold over his bent form
Gently he snips fragrant rose blossoms
arranging a charming feng shui bouquet
for our kitchen counter
Cuddling close and cozy on our
chocolate brown love sofa
as evening casts a starry
love spell
I Thank God for such a
blessed and sacred life and especially
for my little Buddha’s delight
