Thought I’d share a poem I recently wrote after a week of seeing, hearing, feeling, and knowing love. I interact with so many people who, whether spoken or unspoken, question love. I help some to see that “love gets in” when we begin to show that love to ourselves. But love is a community, it comes from within, it comes from above, it comes from the arms, neighbors, family, friends, and strangers around us and so this poem:
Love Is A Community
Love is a community
A heavy blanket becomes
A playful hideaway with the lift of a friend’s arms
Scary monsters shadowed on the walls become
Characters in a tale when a friend sees them with you
Sounds of voices – noises become
A lullaby in the protection of a caring embrace
Love is a community
The scatter of papers, clothes, boxes, clutter become
A possibility with the hands of friends
A can of soup, a box of crackers become
Gourmet when not eaten alone
A lament becomes
Poetry when read by another
Love is a community
Love is not a battlefield,
A torture chamber,
An asylum
Love doesn’t profess lies,
Judgment,
Superiority
Love doesn’t promise to stop,
Then forget
Love doesn’t promise to give,
Then change the rules
Love says, I am sorry,
I am sad,
I was wrong
Love takes the first step
In making amends
Love waits,
Stays present, sits quietly,
And trusts
That there will be a time
When words will come
Love is a community
My community
Love
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