I wrote a simple poem about love and out need for it. Love is one of the most proclaimed and abused words. In our Greed is Good culture, love means accepting the desires and choices of another. Of course that is problematic, especially if the desires and actions of another are destructive, from dangerous drug use, hurting others in word and deed and the love of money that Jesus decried, in these ways love can’t be accepted to be worthy of the name love.
Love means being present with another or with our own lives. We join God in pronouncing it is good. God’s creation was an act of love and when we love his creation by being in it, we love. Love means more than simply accepting because to completely accept is to be indifferent, the very opposite of love. When I am with my son or wife, love flows through me to them, but the source of the living water that flows through me is beyond me. Love flows through me and originates from somewhere beyond me. Faith means allowing love of God to flow through me, to open up to the divine love. Many don’t and become hard and crusty as they grow older. Jesus’ way is the way of love which flows through the cross into reanimation.
Arise, Son Arise
When love found me within the eyes
of my Lord, Freedom came along.
Freedom only rings the bell after Love.
They are companions and without
love, the prison remains. Within us,
arises a need to return to the hands
that held us as we were born. Freedom,
without love, pretends choice. Like
a hippo practicing ballet, it has no
reality. When my son runs to me
at the end of the day and we meet
eye to eye, freedom rides a bike
and plays with the neighbor boy.
Freedom lays on Caribbean sand
and tells my wife how awe struck
her husband is by her dignity and grace.
Freedom comforts the child, Laura,
who fights for her life at the Children’s
Hospital in Philadelphia. Freedom
carries driftwood on the stream of love,
and we whittle this driftwood in figures
of life.
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