The Celestial Offering

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Celestial hand, a god reaches toward me,
Peaceful offer from the Divine,
Suitable response to my former imploring,
A woman who will never be mine.
She's a bridge between worlds, steeped in the ethers,
Every motion of heavenly grace,
A portrait of praise to our grandfathers' time,
Immortal life in an ordinary place.
With what hands would I dare touch so wond'rous a creature?
What lips to bring pleasure to her mortal flesh?
What words to sing her praise, what songs to beseech her?
With what heart would I dare to enmesh?