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Exquisitely Tender

February 17, 2011 by  
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Love is a prism of emotion pinioned in the soul

Held fast, uncertain, cautious,

Remembering the ache of yesterday’s

Misspoken word,

An anchor line sheared in a squall of sickness,

Death’s inescapable grasp.

Yet too full not to bleed through the skin,

Seep into the eyes

And escape the tongue,

By sheerest nuance of an ordinary word.

Love is an unheard voice

In an Indonesian hospital, asking,

“Is it the rainy season there, Papa?”

A diminutive doll with deep brown eyes

And long, straight black hair

In a sterile room

Recovering from Typhoid.

Love is five first cousins,

Fiercely loyal, unknowingly exclusive,

Confident en mass,

Suddenly standing as

F O U R

In the beat of a heart

That beats no more.

Love is silently slipping the cellophane

Off the last mint as the pastor speaks,

And reluctantly placing it in

The outstretched hand to my left.

Love is a stream of tears splashing

Into a dish of forgotten ice cream

As words sail across state lines

And shatter my heart.

Love is ninety-eight years across four generations

Rearranging summer schedules, games and practices

To gather each July on the shores of Lake Michigan

Because, “Family matters.”

Love is sitting vigil through the long hours

Of the night,

Silently present, simply another

Heart beating in the dark

Because sometimes,

“It’s too hard to be alone.”

Love is inconvenient

And consuming.

Sometimes requiring more than I have –

More than I can imagine,

More than I’m willing or able to pay.

And yet I do.

It’s easy to give in abundance

When the cost is light and time is free,

But when the price inflates,

I balk, clenching my fist against

Fear creeping in among the shadows,

Refusing to expend,

Determined to preserve myself.

Because love hurts

And it costs everything.

All I have, all I feel,

All that I am.

But then love fills.

Effervescing from the depths of loss,

Oozing into the soul

And suffusing life with Eden’s joy,

A touch so exquisitely tender

It hurts,

Shattering the bonds

Constraining my soul

And exploding into brilliant silence

Replete with the fullness of speech,

Intimate communion with the Holy One,

The great I AM,

The source and genesis,

Of the pure and perfect

Wellspring of LOVE.

*This was written to give wings to the words of my heart — in remembrance of my brother Timm’s birthday, February 13th, someone I miss more with every passing year, in celebration of family with whom I would not want to live this life without, and in grateful praise to my Heavenly Father who loves me more than I will ever begin to know or understand — truly love without end.

*This was written to give wings to the words of my heart — in remembrance of my brother Timm’s birthday, February 13th, someone I miss more with every passing year, in celebration of family with whom I would not want to live this life without, and in grateful praise to my Heavenly Father who loves me more than I will ever begin to know or understand — truly love without end.

Cindee Snider Re
sevenres@wi.rr.com
http://www.breathedeeply.org

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