City

The walls of my city are a garden

The fruit of my city are a people

The love of my city is a God

God, Oh, God, descend to thine city!

The garden of my love is a bower

The garden of my soul is a home

Enclose the garden of my soul

Within the dark corners of my city

resides a holy place

Beneath the roofs of my houses

are the sacred spaces

What do you find in the sacred spaces?

David, kneel in the sacred spaces

The gate is open,

the path is plain

The mountains are simple

and the plains are yours

Look neither left nor right

to seek complicated treasures

This is what I have to offer

This is who I am

The inner sanctum is the home of our love

My garden is a panoply of flowers

Pick them darling, for they are yours

You have freedom here

The freedom of a lover

is the slavery of love

Love is the only right to rule

Rule is the only right for you

Rule my heart

It is your slave

And slavery is what I crave

Slavery is the price I pay

to surrender all to you

My city is your garden

My populace is yours

My buildings are your palings

My Love is now your God