Secure refuge

​My rich mind was a fallow field,

Where the weeds were growing wacko wild,

While searching for something supernal,

It found your love eternal,

While you were looking for something rich,

My musings were dying for a refuge,

But our union was not easy, 

In frustration my pangs became poesy,

Through your grace it found the treasure,

The trove of divine command and literature,

Now why should I abandon you,

My mind’s abode of secure refuge.