In this softness of evening
I rest easy in your arms
it is here free
from distractions of day
I fall into your embrace
and know the comfort
of being lost in your warmth
lost in the incredible orb of your love
love so abundant it humbles me,
not as a child who takes it for granted
but as a man, seasoned and smoked
soaked in burdens
bumped, knocked, and pushed
by broken and bruised fellow travelers.

I cannot fathom the depth of your love
in spite of my leavings
beyond my grieving
the losses
vain and hollow
attachments.

And when I dive into the beautiful brown eyes
of my lover I know acceptance
I know the fullness of this life
and I am made ready for the next.

04/26/2018

Author's Note: Last night sitting in our garden room looking out at the darkness I did not feel the fear that used to haunt me in the dark, but I felt love. I had been wanting to write a poem and this came to me. It started out as a message to God, but as so often happens, it drifted into a love poem to my wife. Of course, it is not unusual for me to experience the love of God in our couple intimacy.

Posted on 04/26/2018
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