If We Could Turn the Hand of God Away – Sonnet Thirty-Six

If we could turn the hand of God away,
And live a thousand years beyond our time,
It would not be sufficient length of stay
To fill the ages with our loves’ combine.

For like the limbs of lovers once enjoined
To find in other's comforting within,
The loving fashioned in such comforts coined,
Are moved in loving passion’s joining twins.

The struggles of our days are counted few,
When struggles of our nights are holy blessed.
No struggle found in making one of two,
Is truly struggle for the two possessed.

So let our time of joinings so insist
That dusk to dawn becomes our eons’ bliss,