Measures of your love

You worry too well. You uncloak the fury with amazing haste. Bare bones and crippled souls stare back at you and the lights are dimmer than you remember. The house is silent, it has been for years. The creaking of the floorboards echo a soothing sound for your soul. The hungry heart escapes the wind-blown cracks on the wall: breeze that chills the air for an instant. The footsteps are soft, almost unheard. The traces of past doings appear on mirrors and mattresses, just the way you hoped they would never do. The curtains must remain drawn, there is something new in the making. The old moulds into the seemingly strange but you plunge and carry the torch to pass on the flame. The eternal flame of your wondrous heart.

These are the seeds that are softly sowing by your side. Hurriedly taken, hollow parts left closed away in rooms and boxes. The precious heart broken to pieces on the floor. The sun set and rose without you ever looking up. The wind blew and the house sheltered you. The grass grew and the leaves of trees turned from green to brown. Then the rain appeared, you heard it fall on the roof, heard its plea to enter through the windows. In your heart’s stillness you recognised the faces that have unwillingly left. The colours changed on the wall, the brightness of your spirit dimmer, the eyes once so curious now tear filled with each memory lost. The pain unthinkable, the motions of letting go breeding sorrow. Always.  

The secret time holds appears seldom. You wait it out and slowly see that from the cliff where you thought yourself standing there is a bridge growing. Familiar faces line the path that you must now take. This you must do for yourself. This you must teach your heart, the badly hurt, bruised and always aching heart. Aching for the missing parts that have been veiled for the hope of a better fate. The little hands will hold you, stronger than you think they can. The little smiles will greet you, fuller than you hope they can. The little hearts will fill the space missing in your big, beautiful heart, truer than you ever wish they could. The sun will forget to set, will stay to shine past the hour that needs to see you peacefully slumber. The fortunes that you hold will become full and unbearable the thought of loss. The moments cannot linger, the physics of time passing must make every instant temporary, but by the time the fire dies down you will have known how much you hurt, how much you count the loss as gain. Your grace and love float on the murky waters of a restless sea. Your bearings are sometimes lost, you steer with truth towards the unwavering shore. Nothing breaks the force and faith with which you hold the beacon of hope. In the wholeness I admire the unending measures of your abundant love.