Love Does Not Die: The Realization Thereof

The realization thereof accomplished
With a hand into which I place mine
In trust and faith,
The signification of which
Even I am at best, am only partly aware of;
The implications thereof appear boundless.
A gentle nudge, a whisper,
An almost touching,
A transitory vibration,
The electricity, ecstatic joy
Evident beyond denial.
The tender warmth of embracing enclosure;
The spirit gently penetrating, releasing,
Capturing forever
The tiniest of miracles,
Life in its fullness,
Its essence,
Its very being,
The conception and the birth
Of love, timeless and eternal.

Are you aware that love does not die?

Alone: Alone on an Island

I awaken slowly,
Somehow alone on an island
Of isolated thought,
Adrift on a sea of desolation,
But yet in a crowd of people
Walking alone,
Leaving some place
Unknown to me.
Suddenly,
I feel the gentle touch
Of a warm hand
Extended around my waist.
"I am going with you,"
A man's voice says gently.
I recognize the voice.
I turn my head.
He smiles.
He is wearing an all weather coat.
His unbroken stride matches my stride
Step for step.
Pleasantly surprised,
I do not object.
I keep on walking;
He walks with me.
I had expected to walk alone,
To walk with the crowd,
Away from the crowd,
Leaving somewhere.
I see the astonishment on their faces
As they watch us walk away.
I see that they are alone,
Each one on an island of isolated thought,
Adrift on a sea of desolation.
I am not alone.
I drift back to sleep,
Still feeling the warm touch of his hand.

Look around as you are not alone.

Experiencing Nature: Where Winds Will Blow

Where winds will blow, the rain will fall;
Where tides will rise, the sands will all
Move with the waters of the day
And sometimes, they'll be washed away.

Where sun will shine, shadows will grow;
Where ice will freeze, there'll be a glow
Of rosy cheeks and noses too,
For frost bite knows just what to do.

Where children play, there will be joy;
Where daylight dawns, death will destroy.
Life, in it fullness, will go on
As surely as the pending dawn.

Where rivers flow, waters will rise;
Where there is life, there's no disguise,
As life just cannot wear a mask
And never ending is its task.

Where love abounds, there will be peace;
Where grace e'er lives, hope cannot cease,
For God is gracious and He's good
And gives fresh mercy as He should.

God controls nature wherever the winds may blow.

Relationships: The Expectation Thereof

The fullness
And complete surrender
Of total control
Actualizing the awakening
On the horizon of perfect passion,
Embracing the ultimate moment
Of pure awareness,
Perfect peace,
Pure thought
And pure feeling.
Human sensuality
And sexuality
Perfectly tuned
To the ultimate, divine vibration
Of the melting into oneness
Encompassing,
Unfolding,
Unraveling,
Within the gentle hands of time.
The expectation thereof
In the thoughts and minds
Of hearts and souls
Like mine.

What can you expect in a love relationship?

  

Observing: The Mystery of the Sleeping Giant

Gone the Giant;
None can see
What lies o'er there?
A mystery.
The Giant poses in repose,
But gone today.
I do suppose
That hidden by gray blanket thick,
Hours away,
The clock will tick
Without the Giant waking up;
Too early in the day to sup.
Secure within a hidden veil,
That oft' obscures an early sail,
The Giant sleeps,
Just rests a day,
Until the fog wills self away.
But, beauty often hides beneath
The pow'r of Love
Or nature's sheath.
Awake the Giant?
No one can.
But surely,
There's a higher plan,
As nature changes ev'ry day.
The Giant is still here to stay.
No imag'ry this early morn.
Just one alert,
A deep fog horn.
The Giant's there.
One cannot see.
Creating what,
A mystery,
Reality?
The Giant's gone,
Until full bursting of the dawn.

The Sleeping Giant will return when the fog lifts. 

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Love Between a Mother and Daughter: My Best Friend Forever

My best friend forever? That's my mother.
How could it ever be any other?

Who conceived me, brought me to this earth,
Awakened in me hopes and dreams, gave birth?

If ever I knew one as there for me,
Of course, it was the mother I could see.

The one who held me so close at her breast,
And snuggled me in bed, so I would rest.

Who waited, watched o'er me, when I was ill
And took the time my mem'ry bank to fill,

With sweet love, hope and values e'er supreme
And planted deep within me some new dream?

Who guided my small hands along the way
And took the time to teach me how to play

The games of life and taught me values true,
As Godly mothers e'er are blessed to do?

Who talked with me and walked me on my path
Of life and even through war's aftermath?

Who kept me in her heart and loved me though
So many others too, were meant to grow?

The love a mother gives will never die.
My best friend was my mother; that's no lie.

A daughter recognizes the important role her mother played in her early years.

21st Century: What Kind of Love is This?

What kind of love is this
That bids a shuttle go,
So high, around the world,
That even winds can't blow?

What destiny has man
That bids him go, to fill,
Horizons vast escape,
Upon his whims, at will?

What love puts life at risk
And bids folly prevail,
When life as sacred e'er,
Unfurls each morning's sail?

If love is to succeed
And yes, it surely will,
Then God, who stands above
Time's passing says, 'Be still.'

While time enfolds the pain
And worlds apart lie man,
There are a few who'll know
What genius man can.

The heights, the depths of love
Are destined to increase
And in this realm stands man,
Who here-in shall know peace.

This century is one,
Unfolding as it should.
New heights to explore
And God says, That is good."

At times, it is difficult to understand love.