Love and Life

LOVE and LIFE

Love is defined

Over time refined

To depths not known

To the less fully grown

 

At first so new

As a fresh morning dew

Knowing at that time

That true love we did find

 

But that love so fast

Is not destined to last

Accumulating in the pile

Or our growing past

 

We mature with age

Reach a different stage

Love goes deeper, in our heart

And is more loath to part

For ‘tis not as easy, to start

 

The door to our heart

Is harder to open

With many a love

In a pile lay broken

And many a wish

 left unspoken

 

but when it comes

and come it will

our entire being doth thrill

our soul soars higher

their absence more dire

our thirst is quenched

with love we are drenched

 

complete and content

with love heaven sent

in giving of ourselves

we do not relent

the meaning of

a life well spent

 

and in time we learn

that love is more

than for whom we adore

we learn to reach out

to score upon score

and open our hearts

to more and more

 

for love goes beyond

this world so fleeting

entrusting our hearts

to each others keeping

-Shiidon, Jamál 166BE, May 2009

I sat at the creek today, yes a weekday as the summer is already upon us and the sunset is much later.  I was wanting to take a stab at a love poem.  What came out though was a poem about love.  Nothing pertaining to me as I am living a life more like Spock right now (Star Trek just opened tonight....yay).

A few days ago was a Holy Day and I was asked to share around six poems for the program.  For the first time I read my own poetry in public and it was quite daunting.  It is hard to do as I always feel inadequate when it comes to my writing.  I just write and hope that in someway it has meaning for someone.  I seem to get good responses and so I would assume that I am doing OK.  However, writing and posting on a blog is different than reading your work at an event.

On another note, I was taking Kamran to the hospital yesterday as he fell and hurt himself on his bike.  So soon after surgery was not a good thing.  He was read the riot act by the guys at the shop, me and his dear wife.  He made a comment to me that he felt blessed to be so loved by all. (He is in a lot of pain but OK).

I also spent over three and a half hours with my dear friend in Sweden who is waiting on the results of tests that more than likely will confirm liver cancer which is not good at best.  We have had such good times connecting and reconnecting after thirty years of life from when we first met.  The Internet, the tool that so many are apt to loath for good reason, has brought me together with more and distant friends than any other tool at my disposal.

In short, love is many and varied.  It is not the sole domain of families or those "in love."  It is on many levels and all encompassing.  I remember reading somewhere that 'Abdu'l-Bahá described the force that brings the atoms together is love.

My love to all of you :-)