An unreceived Present

bridge clouds daylight garden

Photo by Ghost Presenter on Pexels.com

still pond

agape in every

moment …

when will we quiet

the chorus in our heads?

How can it be?

How can Love be present, and waiting only for the asking? How can the Presence be such a gratuitous gift? Impossible!

And yet, I have tasted the gift, and seen without seeing. I can still feel the wind tease my hair, and the surf sing to me, at Tintagel. When I breathe, and let myself be still, that is.

But all to often, I carry the corpse of my grief into each day, no matter how many times I collapse under its weight. I become lost in the cacaphony of voices that assault me from without and within. I hold so tightly to what I think I need that I forget to let go and receive what I truly require.

Yet, there it is. Love, waiting ever so patiently for me. As scandolously impossible as that is.

soft breeze

pondering the mystery

of agape …

when will I quiet

the chorus in my head?


Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 109 – Mystery & Pondering

Real Toads’ The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)

Poets United Poetry Pantry #416 (posted by Mary)

27 replies »

  1. Love is definitely somewhat like a “chorus” in our heads.. it stays with us through sun and storm and grows stronger as we progress in life. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Quieting the chorus in one’s head is not an easy task, is it? I think that’s why breathtaking moments are given to us, moments in which we will just shut up and the chorus in the head will be still.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ah, this is so evocative. Even in beauty and the wondrous embrace of pleasure, the chorus goes on. It is so hard to let go of all the burdens we carry within us. But you have captured that sweet moment when it is easier to bear so well.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Hello Frank! There is a clear distinction between how the love of God makes us feel as opposed to emotional or carnal love. Beautiful prose and poetry and brilliant use of the prompt words. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I’m a week late, I know… but I wanted to catch up anyway.

    I think the phrase “scandalously impossible” might be one of the best ways I’ve ever seen to describe love. I love that it can mean something terrible, or something wonderful, or something… that can’t be quite conceived but that still is. Just like love. Brilliantly phrased.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s