As we approach Valentine’s Day, I will be choosing some poetry from a work called Psalms of Love. One chosen to begin is A World I Cannot Place, recently written but not yet included in the work.
Memory is a powerful tool we are graced with and it comes with questions that have many answers. And each answer is a correct answer for some time and place. I have learned that when I frame the question, in me already is the answer. In due time the courage to confront the answer comes.
And it takes courage, for a life will have to be examined, in all aspects. Some of it will be painful, some joyous. And though it may take a lifetime to examine, with it comes Reason for Being.
A World I Cannot Place. . .
Glimpses, given of faces lodged
in the crevices of memory;
the jutting jaw,
the forehead creased with worry. . .
the eyes carrying love deposited
on an already overburdened heart. . .
I lean a tired body
against a gaunt one,
to absorb a strength
I do not own.
Who will shoulder my argues,
arguing with an unfair heaven
the burdens levied on us,
when all the work or good intentions
are for naught?
But the glimpses given are
of arms I cannot forget, even
in a world I cannot place.
These glimpses, glances coupled
with love infusing me
shows I cannot forget what
I yearn for now. . .
Enough for me to identify
what I chase to restore the heart of me.
Enough it is to change me forever;
to give from that overflowing reservoir,
the run off, with the hope
that the knowledge would be mine again,
that once I was special.