If love was
as easy as
breathing everyone would
but it’s not
it’s the sun
and moon and
stars of which
everyone can see
few ever hold
so dream they
do and wish
Category: Love
LittleOl’In
Immersed under
absorbed by
blanketed beneath
but never
free from
this is
what the
itty bitty
word in
means to
the universe
of love
LittleTree
Christmas trees
to me
are family
at least
while they
are visiting
telling stories
they remind
giving joy
they receive
our adoration
but then
they go
like most
relatives do
into obscurity
until next
year when
they will
visit again
Ready
I am now
ready to receive
having already done
the hardest work
as though I’ve
traveled many miles
or maybe none
for distance isn’t
the measure and
neither is time
for neither exists
when it comes
to the soul
I am now
ready to receive
being now empty
ready to fill
and finally overflow
FirstNotFinally
My wish
for our
world is
that we’d
learn to
love ourselves
first before
ever trying
to love
another and
if not
then at
least before
it is
too late
and the
fruit we
are turns
bitterly bruised
