May 2018
It is there in the grasp of the hand of a friend.
It is there in the shade of a tree.
And yet I forget it again and again,
So draw me back down to my knees.
It is there in the tear, in the jolt through the heart.
It is there in the storm that is braved.
And still it pursues me through cold and through fire.
It follows me down to the grave.
It never can die though it flickers in me,
And yet I forget it. I fail to see
Now remember the Source, oh! remember, my soul.
The proof in the pain and the calm.
And cling to the signs, all the proof of that Love.
The fire, the wind, and the balm.
It is there in the shade of a tree.
And yet I forget it again and again,
So draw me back down to my knees.
It is there in the tear, in the jolt through the heart.
It is there in the storm that is braved.
And still it pursues me through cold and through fire.
It follows me down to the grave.
It never can die though it flickers in me,
And yet I forget it. I fail to see
Now remember the Source, oh! remember, my soul.
The proof in the pain and the calm.
And cling to the signs, all the proof of that Love.
The fire, the wind, and the balm.
I always have trouble deciding how to title my poems. I like to leave them open to interpretation, as the content is often rather vague, but I also like my meaning to be understood. A title can make the meaning clear from the beginning, but also removes some of the openness. Does anyone have advice?
