~
**it is a poignant thought...
that in this life
we often know more of a thing
by its absence
than by its presence;
that we do not know,
yes,
truly know…
love,
in all
its ins,
its outs
until life
ends…**
for they who pass over yet for they who remain
to the other side, on this other side,
love to them becomes love to them becomes
a love transforming a love of mourning
an all-surrounding, an all-surrounding,
unconditional, pained condition,
a love ever-warming a love ever-wanting
and more perfectly and more palpably,
touchable, immutable, touchable, immutable,
and in its presence is and in its absence is
more contentment more torment
and happiness and distress
a one belonging an ever-longing
love love
than any than any
theretofore heretofore
known; known.
~
*post script.
this musing is the result of reading your beautiful poetry
this morning and seeing how many wrote of heartbreak…
whether through death, divorce, break-up or misunderstanding,
each lends to the knowledge of what love is not
and therefore to what love is.
this plain is such a broken place, it is truly a wonder
any of us ever experience any love at all…
and yet thankfully we do.*
(creating columns on HP is at best a difficult proposition. of course the format changes from device to device. after much work this looks acceptable on my laptop, my ipad, and on my smartphone in landscape view only. my smartphone in portrait view... not so much! :) however you choose to view it, enjoy!)
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC