Notes in Line O5/22/20

The face you can see
Is an open window to
The heart, mind, and soul,
But when you turn, walk away,
You block out the light of day.

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Maybe I cannot
Walk today because of pain,
But if I must crawl
To come beside, with, you here
It will be small price to pay.

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No one loves me, you,
As does the Savior who gave
Up Heaven for us,
Giving His life, sacrifice,
To buy us eternity.

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What seems so simple
Is the love finally found
Within friendship bound.

Sometimes I have things leftover in my journal that for some reason I did not share. These are some of those.

A Poem, Hypothetical

You think my saying,
“I LOVE You,” too strongly calls
On your commitment,
But you do not understand
Love is how I navigate
A world so beyond
My feeble ability
To exert control.
Yes, you are unique, alright,
But if I lose you, it is.
I will hurt, maybe, bleed within,
I will cry, but I will go on,
Into the future
Knowing no mistake destroys
The heart unless one withholds
Love when it wishes
To break free and start clinging,
Close with someone so dear
There is no walking away,
It fills forever – every day.
So, my love, be sure,
I stand beside you engaged;
Body, heart, mind, soul,
Strong enough to withstand all you
Are willing to share, impart.
No fragile new bloom
Needing protection from doom
Am I, I survived
Much more than any may guess
I am able and can be.
I would be yours while
You desire closeness to me
But should our hearts change
I will say goodbye, go then my
Way presently, to somewhere
I can find enough of peace
To resurrect my hopes, grasp hold
Capture life’s threads once again.

Love is no fairytale, it is an endurance race. The further a couple runs, the more force exerts itself against them.

Life exists as an experiment, a trial run of loving. When we love, we shelter the planet from unrewarding efforts.

Ensouled

Nothing here, notice,
No heart, breaking for others
Who
Do not believe
In the magic of what we
Evidently understand.
Over
These mountains
We have climbed higher,
Higher,
Than we need, want, wish,
To ever onward go, on,
The stars light our eyes,
Diamonds.
We cannot blink, weep,
Because it might disappear,
Vapor,
Caught on the mighty whirlwind
That seeks only, destruction,
But finds us invulnerable.
We souled out, brought
In intense emotional warfare
Showing our weakness, stronger
Again, than even ever before.
Celestial
As capable wings above
Those toppings we struggled
Building
Nests, homes, defended like
Fortresses soldiered with courage,
We became us, and more
We believed creation carried in it
Ability
To share; for LOVE,
We knew it bigger,
Unbounded,
Unscripted, available anywhere.

No Advice

It is not another’s to tell us
How to live our lives
The things we should do,
But facts attest that love
Is a gift which makes
Everything easier to survive.
When there is a hand
To hold in stormy weather
We stand more resolute,
Stronger than when walking
Through troubled days alone.
Maybe no one can carry
All the burdens we bear,
But conversation sometimes
Helps explore facets of reality
We need to more clearly see.
Love supports us every second
Transports our hopes, prayers;
Friends, family, those who know us
Best, help us nurture our dreams
Reach for the achievements
Which bring us to the places
Where we accomplish those
Wonders accepted with amazing
Gratitude because we recognize
Without those standing near
We could never get anywhere.
The great love we receive
Our hearts on our lonesome
Cannot begin to feel or reveal,
So should LOVE come a fresh-faced
Hello, though it is a smile riddled
By surrounding lines of years,
Or smooth as a freshly painted layer,
Remember the bodily wrappings
Are a matter much less than
The tender gift of a heart
Timely in approach and giving.

2020.05.24 Flowers from Sams edited

Poems, Life, Being

What use have we of
Poems
Which can only describe,
But cannot bring life
To any desolate space
Within
Or without our hearts.
Is it the beauty
Found
In our language, the word,
Which compels writing
Or is it more
Genetic
How creation fulfills us?
None of us is wed
To syllable expression,
Lines
Formed in meter,
Words cast in settings of rhyme,
Still, poets reach for the
Sublime.
We root among those
Sentiments, some
Leftover
From bygone times when
We were loved, happy, and
Free
To be the selves we wanted.
Often we glory
In what wonders discovered
Or actions achieved
Become
A lyric of love,
However we may find it.
The poem is not
Necessary but neither
Perhaps are such as we.

2020.05.23 Paradise Plant

Reading Grammars of Creation by George Steiner has set me thinking. Such brilliance in print. Do you have a favorite book at this time? Would you share it?

I went out into the world today. So much change in how we as people relate to one another. Such discomfort wearing a mask. I felt like I had entered a science fiction horror tale. One of my long time close acquaintances gave me a hug. He said he just had a birthday. I asked how old he said 36; I said oh, I am 56, 20 years older. The sweetheart said, no, you can only be 40. Made my day, even if it was only flattery.

I hope life is treating you well. Please create something. With all the world running amok, what you make could be a lifeline for you or someone else. Remember, in whatever you do that kindness is a salve for those who are hurting, Love, Love, Love!