We cannot change the past
But we certainly can make sure we send nothing but love
Into the future.
We can refuse to continue throwing
Hate and anger into the future for the children to clean up.
We are here and we are now.
We are not living anyones life but our own.
We are here and now.
What can we do in the here and now to love?
Forgive. Honor. Cherish. Listen.
We can refuse to throw debris and the weight of hate forward into little hearts and hands
We lay it down here.
We let it go now
So they may be free;
Have room to
Hold, love, carry and help.
Accept we are enough and they too are enough.
Love is enough.
Loving hearts, loving minds and loving actions.
And the ache is
Soft and firm hearts
Join in the revival
Of those feelings;
Emotions believed lost.
Love does not have to make a lot of noise.
It is there in the knowing;
It is enough.
Oh yes indeed,
Hearts are reaching out in little ways
They fall to their knees exhausted and desperate.
Look and see.
Listen and hear.
Observe with all your senses.
Love. Love. Love.
Because of all the discord and chaos
As a child
I learned to listen beyond what I heard.
And I learned to delve into deep and quiet Places
Unnoticed to go untouched.
Adults. Objects thrown with insults. Hits leaving bruises; drawing blood. Trembling tears.
What I heard and saw
Was hearts breaking.
Their wispy heart tendrils
Dancing as if upon
To one another.
So beautiful they extend.
All this love.
All this love.
Words pierce armor
Action melts hearts
The boat is easing up to the dock.
My friend you have returned
And tears fill my eyes.
Alas the reflection of the summer sun
Upon the water stings my eyes
As I frantically search for you.
My heartstrings play your name as my feet
Carry me to you.
Arms and legs no longer heavy.
Heartbeats fall into sync.
Our smiles speak of perfect happiness.
And there upon the dock we are home.
My breathe catches.
My laughter falters as you glide into the room.
Didn’t I know you
When we slept under a blood red moon?
Didn’t we dance on the sands
Of a distant shore?
Wasn’t it our two hearts that were
Wasn’t it your tender lips that
Brushed upon my face?
So many hearts
Beating around this world
Some out of control.
So many bodies longing for warmth
For someone to hold.
We pack it all up
When we step out
Like we don’t feel alone.