I Thank God For Your Wife Poem by Ravi Kopra

She was bored with you
Jesus Jesus all the time
With your sermons all the time
A leopard in sheep skins

She knew your double life
she saw you eying the altar boys
she heard you talking in your dreams
wishing you were with your concubines

You gave her no love, brushed her aside
treating her like your house maid
while she is an angel from paradise -
beautiful, shy, soft spoken, kind

Clean, fresh, neat, simple yet elegant
her voice music to my ears, flutes, cymbals, clarinets
her looks sublime like mother Mary's, so pure, so innocent
my heart went for her when I saw her for the first time

On that lovely spring warm day when I joined your church
and you introduced me to her and left us alone talking
her handshake was soft, gentle, yet it lingered for a while
I looked into her eyes and sure there was a loving smile
not you, not God but in me she saw her saviour

I could hardly wait till Sunday to come to church to see her
every little thing about her would keep me awake at nights
her long curly tresses, her dresses, her big brown eyes
her lingering first handshake that sent stirrings to my spine

I thank God for your wife to be my wife in a short time
after I met her on that warm lovely day in the spring
in your church after hearing your sermon on heavenly love,
She is my worldly, heavenly love. She is all love. Mine.