Yes, Valentine’s Day is over—-but we all know love isn’t something to chuck away with the paper card. So here’s a poem to keep the love going–to remind us that we are not accidents, but offerings.
My Only Answer: A Poem
Don’t tell me you are just an accident
who chanced to stumble into life,
to trip across another accident called me.
Don’t you know that we were invited
here by the great night,
brought into visibility to carry forth
its enigma, for a time,
in human form, as offering?
Can’t you feel how it feels
to wash out each other’s wounds,
smooth the sacred, secret salve
into our skins, soothing the dazzle
and dirt of the said and done?
When the edge of the worldly world
has grazed us a little too often,
or flicked forward to cut down deep,
let us waken again to the wonder
of our wonder world within.
Oh my love, to all the sore
and shrouded questions I am asked
by the bruised mystery of life,
you are my only answer.
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