today

Love, forgiveness: gifts of the sweet labor of patience and faith.
Cherished, revered, transient as peace and calm,
quick like summer storms in New York,
heavy like the droplets that seep through my windowpane -
But never the same, as many a shade as there flourishes on
Nature’s beauteous canvas - such are the many ways/shapes/colors of love.
Sometimes it falls from above - an unexpected joy -
a pretty shiny new sex toy.
Other times, it peeks from behind a corner,
a distant memory once chased so fiercely,
then forgotten and now found.
And yet other times - love comes to us from below -
from the depths of misery,
of despair, this feeling like you’re going nowhere -
it shines like a birthday candle that just won’t blow out,
a special candle - made of different stuff.
And in your miserly state you might be tempted to try water, stomping it out, or turning away, but this light,
This Eternal Truth - this freedom,
this lovely jewel for your crown of platinum thorns -
this love - if you let it - will lead you through,
to the bright sunrise of your soul’s greatest hope.