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Severing the Cord...

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                                Your father says:

                                In the darkest dark,

                                The spirit of light comes;

                                Be of good courage.

                                                               

 

Would if the Spirit would come

like sunshine, dis-spelling the darkness

pain of lost left lingering last night;

grief, seeking refuge in the test of faith.

 

What would—save ringing ears—be

moments of silence, is pierced by

the tic-tocks of the clock: ancient echoes

of the passing of time.  Time, that entity

that is past, present and future in the same

instance.  Yet, languished moments tarry.

 

That the rancor of this Janus love-hate

exhibition could exist, is beyond

the painful stretch of the limitation

of this injured mind.  How—pray tell—

can love’s creation be hated by its creator?

 

Strange, to hang on is to drown; to let go

is to live—time the healer; forgiveness,

a metamorphic process whose cocoon hangs

in balance with the nature of life’s longing love.

 

Water breaks; cocoons burst—both give birth

through letting go; and life moves on.  Life, never

forgetting but always forgiving: impregnating joy.

 

‘Vengeance is mine’, said the Lord God.  Mine.

We need but understand this response to hate—

Wisdom of expanding love and its own restraints.

Know that in love, does the Spirit comes: Go and wait.

Your father says:

                                In the darkest dark,

                                The spirit of light comes;

                                Be of good courage.

                                                               

 

Would if the Spirit would come

like sunshine, dis-spelling the darkness

pain of lost left lingering last night;

grief, seeking refuge in the test of faith.

 

What would—save ringing ears—be

moments of silence, is pierced by

the tic-tocks of the clock: ancient echoes

of the passing of time.  Time, that entity

that is past, present and future in the same

instance.  Yet, languished moments tarry.

 

That the rancor of this Janus love-hate

exhibition could exist, is beyond

the painful stretch of the limitation

of this injured mind.  How—pray tell—

can love’s creation be hated by its creator?

 

Strange, to hang on is to drown; to let go

is to live—time the healer; forgiveness,

a metamorphic process whose cocoon hangs

in balance with the nature of life’s longing love.

 

Water breaks; cocoons burst—both give birth

through letting go; and life moves on.  Life, never

forgetting but always forgiving: impregnating joy.

 

‘Vengeance is mine’, said the Lord God.  Mine.

We need but understand this response to hate—

Wisdom of expanding love and its own restraints.

Know that in love, does the Spirit comes: Go and wait.

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mlowe5 says:

Many thanks to you, love_supreme. May your motivating spirit continue to come to us who wait to be inspired even more. Peace and Love.

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