A Mystical Poem Dedicated to Aphrodite written 6-22-22
What is this love, that I should worship it?
Rough stone warmed in fire to keep us alive in the cold,
Flickering light to huddle around in the great darkness,
The beginning of grace given to the suffering,
The breath of the light whispering sweet somethings to us.
But what is this love, that I should lift it up?
A moment found between other moments, gentle yet fierce,
A bounding forth into warm sunlight with eyes blinking and unafraid,
Steps taken to cause change in a world that seems eternal,
Yet always on the brink of ending.
What is this love, oh Divine? How can I fathom it?
Defiance in the face of sure defeat,
A morsel of food shared in-between meals,
Furtive touching in the candlelight,
A birthday party that goes too late.
What is this love, oh Divine? I am pale in its glow.
Fearsome and mighty, yet yielding?
Something taken and held, yet given away?
A mighty dove in flight, consecrated and holy?
A promise spoken between children and kept by adults?
What is this love, oh beloved Lady, that I should give?
I find myself tiny and swept away in the waves,
I am grown large, secure, swaddled in warm blankets,
Concealed and revealed and healed,
Ever gasping in the motions of delight.
Let me be this love, oh Divine, let me be this love!
Let my heart expand to embrace,
Let me love the person I see,
And not some phantom in my mind,
Let me be freely bound forever.
Let me be this love, oh Divine, let me be this love!
With gentle fervor and languid passion,
Let me cry out in joy and pain the name of the Beloved,
Let that name be legion,
Let that name be a mighty song to lift up the world.
Let me be this love.
