Believe because it is true. . . . .

As we approach Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at some time else you would not know you miss it.

One day it will be yours again.   It will be a Given and you will know it because your name will be on that Valentine and you will be cherished for who you are .  Without conditions.  Because what is seen in you and cherished is what you do not see. 

That is what makes you so special.   Why the world does not see this obvious part of you  baffles the heavens. It is a love you have known and matches what is in your heart.  

 You will broach the heavens this night and take a walk through the Galaxy and swing through the stars.   You will see again the love you embrace in your heart and know that forever you have had arms to enfold you.   Never were you abandoned.  Never.

One day you will feel the familiar fit of those arms again.  For however long as necessary.  This poem is for you.

This Valentine Heart . . . 

I lay my heart crimson in splendor
beneath the branches on fresh fallen snow                                                     
open to my god. . . .

Here it is I am with  all that I’ve gathered;
completed to form just what you see.

The flakes have scattered in splendid ways
to carpet the floor as bed for my heart.

Pick it up if you please but handle with care.
Sorely I need, a tender touch.

Life has tested me to rare form.
I worked it all like Job and wanted not to fail.

See, this Valentine heart laid splendid on
the floor of the forest but  loved to the ultimate

by the god whose creation I am.