Loverby
holds me
lets me cry
from the sting
of an old scab
ripped open
feeling like
a fresh wound
bleeding again
Never too much
never not enough~
for him
I'm just right
like the baby bear's
porridge
his gift
gives me
courage
to believe again
the future is bright
on a new horizon
reaching forward
together we stretch
casting to hook
even the
tail of it
reeling it in
with a smooth hum
determined
we capture hope
in our net
cooked over
the small fire
of our dreams
we have enough
and
more than enough
to share
as it multiplies
able to feed
many
astonished
we gather
what remains
in baskets
woven of one
continuous
strand of
love
9 comments:
Awesome! Reeling in hope! The analogy to the multiplication of fish and bread - This will stick with me today. Thanks, Kathleen.
From pain to love in a few short lines. Sounds like the gospel to me.
and love is the strand that makes it possible ...
I love the visual of love and hope overflowing and being shared.
Can only echo Camel on this. The poem works on so many levels.
You might want to think of collecting your poems in a chapbook. Add a few photos or original art and you'd have something really fine to hold in your hands (or read on a Kindle).
Wow! I love this....so good Kathleen!
With this kindness, I am undone. Thank you. Maureen, thanks for the suggestion, hadn't thought of that.
Enough and more than enough -- sometimes it's hard to know which, isn't it?
Thanks so much for your visit today. I've "seen you around" but haven't had the chance to make the trip over.
What I have been missing! ...how long will it take me to catch up?
cooked over
the small fire
of our dreams
we have enough
I like that!
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