Love Is
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
an adaptation of 1 Cor. 3:4-8
image by Christopher Beloch on Unsplash
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love lives on
in heart and mind.
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Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love lives on
in heart and mind.
Come home to me, my child; come home.
Dance on the words of a mother’s poem…
stepping-stars across the sky,
shining bright to draw you nigh,
spun from gossamer and love,
heart-notes sent to heaven above.
I know that you are busy now
with things to learn and do and see;
but when you find some extra time,
might you draw close and bide with me?
I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.
The spirit finds home
inside warm flesh and bone,
taking ownership,
giving direction.
Should the formula fail,
appetite will prevail,
driving action
without due reflection.
I used to have a firefly inside me,
a certain spark against the dark of night,
her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,
her glow as magical as soft starlight.
When my own tides are at low ebb,
I stand beside the sea.
Bright waves of truth I used to know
come washing over me.
Draw lightning from the sky.
Call down the rain on shifting sands.
Become the one who understands
where strength resides.
Control the tides; create your wake;
trust in your flow for its own sake.
No looking back, except to marvel
at the glory. You live the story.