Widow II: Two lost coins

Two coins, lost.
What did you do with my loving?

What did you do with my loving?

Squandered fruitlessly
or lavished long into the night?
How will I ever know the wherefore and the why?

One lost coin.
Sweep out my life O Lord
till I can see you in every space; each nook and cranny.

No riches now, no treasure.
All gone, all empty
save you.

Receive the pulsing of life
the shock of the waves
the dazzling joy
my all.

What will you do with my loving?