The Chariot Of My Crown Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Upon my desire my eyelids are lifted up even in my sleep
Yet looketh not upon another's like the eyes of the kings'
And my eardrums are open to sound the noise of her chariot
Yeah, but not the prattles of being desired by other maidens on the broad ways
But to receive the noisome arrival of her chariot and to behold her graces

O' Great Maker! Why is the chariot of my Crown so long in coming?
Alas, let the chariot wherewith took home Elijah deliver unto me my Crown
Or has Thy prophet Elijah not arrived home with the chariot?
Or has she arrived and I in my ignorance walketh not her path to secure her?
Or has Thou not made an end in forming her in Thy wisdom?
And thus, can I not secure her in the gallery of Thy accomplishment?
Are Thou not the One that said ‘she is the Crown upon my head? '
And is it not Thy word that says ‘she is my glory? '

Then when will Thou place upon my head the Crown of my glory?
Or when will Thou lead me to trace the tracks of her chariot?
That she may be found of me and I may be crowned of her?
As I no longer abode under the roof of her who once did conceived me;
But now becometh a man to lord over my life and the fruits of my blood.

O' Lord, take the lead, for wither her direction I knowest not
But I do know the smells of her unstained virgin's robe;
It smells like virtue, pious, chaste, honor, kindness and prudence
And when I secure her, Thy peace shall flood the gates of my heart
Whereon I shall smile and dance more than David the king danced.