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Monday Meditations
I've been thinking a lot lately about longevity--things that last. And speaking of things that last, here's a love poem I wrote recently for our friends' 55th wedding anniversary...
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TREE OF LIFE
New love is creation. It’s fireball, flashbang
and chemicals. It’s magic, a low hum in
the back of the throat. It’s wild, intoxicating,
burns off whatever reason or logic we had
before. It singes eyelashes, makes us
shortsighted and heatstruck. New love
is a thousand brush fires in the belly, until
one day, if we’ve learned to tend the flame,
it burns into earth, warms rich soil where
a seed cracks open, and a tree takes root.
Long love is what we create. It’s the tree,
the roots, the fungi sending water up
through bark and branches, the shade
of a spreading canopy, a fragile history
of living things fed in an ecosystem of love
and growth, patience and perseverance.
And if we hold fast to each other, work
in tandem up through the tree’s crown, we
receive the greatest gift of all—to witness
together the great blue meadow of sky.
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