| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| The Vows Look upon me with a gaze slowed, bent to concentrate on something as beautiful as the single flame, brightly orange, melting wax into a pillared drip. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. Hold me as we dance and kiss me softly, with the strength and tenderness my father used to cradle his guitar when he sang to me as a baby. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. Listen to my words closely, because I am giving them to you like a gift wrapped as carefully and intentionally as the first gift offered to Christ. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. I will stand by you with the strength of a single tree that survives from the ability to bend with the rush of harsh wind, and bow to offer shade to it's roots. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. I will hear you even you can not speak, training my body to arise and care for you as the sleeping mother wakes and moves in the darkness toward her crying child. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. I will give to you freely sharing what I have, with the openness and love I offer to the poor man I encounter on the street whose palm is held open in hope. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. For I have found the one whom my soul loves. |
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