(for)
No other purpose, but to just respond
to love that shakes a shoulder,
helps me up, with habits (not to wee in bed - no pond)
or just my failings with setting a clock
(alarm, for yester-afternoon with snooze).
The point is that your thoughts of me all day
alarm me, are not fitting One whose shoes
are big as yours are - unless love will pay
attention to beloved one - “unsized”.
(I hear, just now at 4:30 or so,
a 9 month old who’s happy babbling, wised
up, using his new syllables° “to go”;
and unaware that his tummy that talks
to him with growing hunger is what grows
his mother's bond with him who never balks
at being open with who really knows.
But this is knowing, as Right Hemisphere
of brain can know, relation’ly, HESED*.
Committed to one’s growth both now, and here,
as well as what’s a-coming up ahead.
If there is any way that I might give
you pleasure (though I hardly can believe
it’s even possible to think and live
that way) I want to find it. Not to leave
you high and dry, because you let yourself
relate to me so intimately and
allow me to join with the source of health
and life, and let pain help me understand*.
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