Hour 4 – Bop poem

For Love’s sake

 

this echoing heart reaches into spaces

where pain layers over so many pieces

like fine dust in china cabinets

we thought would protect our treasures

from wear, weather, and weak fingers

prone to drop the most fragile creations.

I cannot be otherwise for love’s sake.

 

echoes of love into spaces reaching out

while simultaneously slapping away healing hands

find their way into my world, too

when I feel most unworthy,

most empty,

most filled with fine dust of doubt

layering me in pain

and the longing to be whole.

I cannot be otherwise for love’s sake.

 

the blessing in echoes are in the returning –

those second and third chances

to be better,

to accept rather than swat away the love

freely given from places I least expected

to bring healing to this grateful heart.

I cannot be otherwise for love’s sake.

© r. l. elke