This is Love

                                                                          

















Love, pain, and sorrow
Many fibers criss and cross
As the past taints tomorrow
Life is a weaving of such loss.

Though the shoot is fragile
And the wick smolders
I will to walk the extra mile
And love though life is colder.

In woe, new hope enlivens
The dark sees a new light shine.
As life unfolds — love awakens
To the only one I call mine.

Many waters, many deaths
Cannot quench the burning flame
From the vows to my last breath
It will endure the pain and shame.

This is love,
My Rose,
My Abigail.
My sorrow

Many fibers criss and cross
As the past taints tomorrow
Life is a weaving of such loss.


** I wrote this in 1999. I found it by accident when cleaning up some files. My marriage to Abigail is ending in divorce now. Seeing this poem from 1999 is yet another reminder of the long journey of pain we've been through. It's my deepest sorrow that we never found light on the other side.