
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?
forย COLLEENโS WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 97, โLOVE & TIME,โ #SYNONYMSONLY
Kiwinana’sย #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge โ Week 109 โ Mystery & Pondering
Real Toads’ย The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Sanaa Rizvi)
Poets United Poetry Pantry #416 (posted by Mary)

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