And then, today is the day for love notes to be passed
from hand to hand across the aisles of school desks,
when love is just a game of teasing.
And then, one day love becomes real,
standing under an oak tree where the misting drips
drop upon a radiant, upturned face
you see for the very first time
as one who exists in their own right
and somehow becomes the empty piece
you were missing since birth.
And then, love settles into routines of care
and attention with an argument or two
about which of you should take the car
to the car wash to be cleaned.
And then, love loses the beloved,
not once, but again and again,
asking, Where did our time go?
And then, buried deep in the ground
of the heart at rest, a hand is found
to hold on to as love together draws to a close.
Tag Archives: Love
Cup of Tears
Someone created the cup,
replacing hands pressed together,
holding water rushing by,
raising them to thirsting lips.
Or, perhaps, to collect the first tears
cried for the loss of a lover
so they would not hit the ground
and be lost in the soil forever.
Being anxious
Consider the infinite and the finite. Finite moments compose the infinite. Enter the dance whose steps create any covenant made in love to the thousandth generation. The particular reaches the eternal. The Word spans infinity forevermore whereas anxiety scrambles possibility. Be not anxious. Or, at least, do not show it. The songbirds will return.
The Barren Ones
A week after love the balance between preparation and inspiration remains folded in all possible outcomes. The parade of elephants may perhaps begin today but it is sure to come with one yelling from the balcony about the unfairness of time. We do not begin each year of life deciding how many more years to go before pushing the covers aside and getting on with the day. Will we survive this moment? Will the mountains built to house our sweet dreams come down with the next shake of the earth? We must ask the barren ones to sing, to enlarge the places of our hearts, to lengthen the ties that bind and to strengthen what holds us together.
Love Within
Love creates paths, ways without means, and circles of hands holding together in the midst of shadows. Love cherishes evenings of quiet dinners out, catching up, connecting with the look of eyes, the hidden made known. Love celebrates the essence of who we are, turning expectantly to what we may become as the presence makes itself known within us.
Into Forever
Come and find the quiet center where what is said to the rose enters. There we will find the path of what the mystics call love and leave the sky and earth weeping. The longing we feel one for another will be the return message. Our sense of self will fade into all created forms and make our ecstasy something talked about forever.
One Moonlit Night
When I first learned ecstasy could be found on the other side of moonlight I thought of you. Remember the rule of our love falling out of the sky? Doing unto you. Having done unto me. Both dropped away on that night when even the cicadas ceased their chatter to listen to the sounds of our passion. Yes, there will always be those who would build up rigid walls of dogma around meaning and have God all to themselves. We knew on that moonlit night long ago the intention behind how the stars move and, shivering, turned our distant gaze within each other's eyes into a dance.
Patient Love
Proper maintenance of patience lies in wait around the next corner. Go. Carefully. Stepping as if with the next blink of your eye you will miss everything. Be. Wonderfully. Do not worry. You have left the monsters to storm out of the closet into thin air. Love. Abundantly. Let others be impatient wondering where your love will be given next.
One More Time
How many times must I do unto others before what I wish to have done to me happens before my very eyes?
First Blessing
We receive our first blessing when the boy living down the street asks us to be his girlfriend. My daughter came inside for the evening glowing with all future possibilities embraced into the joy of being cared for. She shared the unexpected news before taking off her shoes and we danced together with the front door still open. How many times have our hearts been made whole and for how long do we frolic before laying our heads down?
A Thread You Follow 