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Even as the Earth turns into Spring,
Angling its torso towards the sun,
So like birds our hearts begin to sing,
Touched by time as tides by moonlight run,
Ebbing as faith faces the long night,
Returning with the laughter and the light.
HERE ARE FESTIVE FLOWERS FOR YOUR ROOM
Here are festive flowers for your room,
A spray of springtime on your bare night table:
Placed upon a place within your view;
Placed where best to light your harried heart.
Yet my blossoms can't dispel your gloom,
Even were they many times more able:
All that gifts from loving friends can do
Sings just one unaccompanied inner part.
The music cannot come from aught but you,
Evangelist beside the empty tomb
Rejoicing with all innocence and art.
LOVE IS LIKE AN ICEBERG
Love is like an iceberg in that
Most is not observed.
The deep part grinds against far shores
No port has ever served.
My feelings for you are beyond
All words, all thoughts, all knowing.
My love lies deep beneath my sea,
With need and passion showing.
But the bulk of it moves silently,
Counting days in years.
I think of you and suddenly
My heart is wrenched with tears.
I feel within me something huge,
Unseen but lovely, move;
I know I'm just a breath across
This dark and awesome love.
PALPABLY, YOU ARE IN THIS ROOM
Palpably, You are in this room,
A presence just as certain as our own,
Singing with us -- family friend, well-known --
Someone, not just something we assume.
One can know You only intimately.
Vast as You are, You fit into our home.
Every tick of life we're not alone,
Rejoicing in a love we feel and see.
I THOUGHT I KNEW A THING OR TWO OF BEAUTY
I thought I knew a thing or two of beauty:
I've known your love since I was hours old.
But now I bear myself the awesome duty
That love turns into joy, and joy to gold.
How precious to experience your pleasure!
To be on both sides of the deep-felt glance;
To know so well the moment's gift full measure;
To be both lead and partner in that dance.
No child can be but grateful for her children
When loved so well as to know well to love.
No mother can but hope her prudent passion
Will move a heart to move as her heart moved.
The love you felt for me I now can feel,
Which makes it not more lovely but more real.
REASON IS A CALLING OF THE HEART
Reason is a calling of the heart.
One rarely reasons deeply but for love.
Best thought is passionate, a well-wrought art
Endeavoring to free as much as prove.
Remember me, then, for the many loves
That with reason I once sought to serve,
And the people that my spirit moved,
Returning far more joy than I deserved.
Eventually, all one gives one gains.
Years and people pass; the love remains.
IT WASN'T OVER WHEN YOU DIED
It wasn't over when you died,
When I was still too young to know
The damage that you did inside,
The pain that I would undergo.
When I was still too young to know,
You did to me what things you would.
The pain that I would undergo
Came later, once I understood.
You did to me what things you would
While I lay numb and still. The hate
Came later, once I understood
The sorrow that you came to sate.
While I lay numb and still, the hate
Arose in you as love, as need.
The sorrow that you came to sate
Then passed between us in your seed.
Arose in you as love, as need
To undergo yourself in me,
Then passed between us in your seed,
Became your lasting legacy.
To undergo yourself in me,
The damage that you did inside
Became your lasting legacy.
It wasn't over when you died.
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