8/18/25 (Posted)
8/17/25 (Written)
Falling in love is like falling asleep
So deeply it’s sought to then savor and keep
Yet often, when sought with each ounce of our might
It vanishes there on the spot from our sight
We grasp and we groan for that treasure so lost
And ask ourselves what to regain it would cost
It’s then that we realize what lies at the heart
Of gaining that bliss is indeed such an art
An art filled with tact, yet detached from the way
The treasure is given at night or in day
Control is a thing that we value, and yet
We know there are powers beyond our own net
And so, here’s to Love and to unending Rest
Where happiness lives now in full with the Blessed
The twists and the turns of the life we live now
Are worth what they bring us! He’ll soon show us how
Pilgrim Poet 