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\n Thinking of my closest relationships
makes me marvel at what a fool I am.
A map of the streams of my loves
would show small settlements
tiny villages where I\u2019ve rested
from my frantic search for meaning -
spaces made by nights of talking and sharing -
spaces of kisses, cries,
shouts and whispers that kept together
the threads we coiled into a chord
of memories.
Memories of foolish leaps we both made
into a friendship, a kinship, a marriage
a co-creation.
What faith abides in me that causes
me to abandon logic for love?
It is a mystery to me
how I can stay in this embrace
despite our divergencies?
But it is a splendid mystery
I celebrate.
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\n I bow to my new friend ruqayyah I met on this website. His poem, \u201ckeep your friends close\u201d caused me to write this poem. It is about the trust necessary for close relationships of all kinds. I think of my relationship with my relatives, my friends, my church, my wife. All of these are based on some degree of trust.\n
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