Ache as I do for love’s sweet redress
for the damages this heart has stressed
in bitter response,
I still, abide its resounding ideal,
believe that love can steal the darkness from night,
and raise hope from idle decay.
Not my ability but in hope,
I believe love can win,
if we alone can remove our sin of faithless loss,
and face ineptitude to not
blame but accept we fall short of love’s intent,
sent in nature’s perfect serenity.
Love pervades all things,
life the pure expression of creation,
sewn with a benevolent hand
and in summation a plane of reflection,
of learning and elegant paths of ascension,
that we in experience may prosper
and evolve in learning.
The love that is strewn about my life is the struggle,
the romance, filled with deceit,
souls not understanding what love is,
and in need and want clinging in symbiosis,
to gain in superficial life,
a wasteful and meaningless existence.
It’s not until we know what love is
that we begin to remove ourselves,
wants and needs,
to just give for the giving,
live for the living and transform our vision
to the grace of love’s purpose and scope.
I forgive my ignorance,
accept love for its infinite potential,
yet seek not the romance of empty hearts,
for they are their own deceit,
and love for me has left their drowning sea,
and I will no longer abide the struggle.
Instead, I am content, love with all I am,
what matters in this world of pain and plenty.
Tony DeLorger © 2017