Love In Every Field
those of us who caught or chased our love in every field
knew her best by memories that we caught.
anvils that we stood upon gave grain to find our shield
leave our stain upon the earth with every word we brought
thought we to gaze and see, sought we to touch and feel,
each passing thought, raised as boulders meant for hearts of steel.
we sought to know the grass by every blade
Trailed beside our breath all ghosts; known to us as shade.
we carried dreams in envelopes that were too tightly sealed
wherein past hearts all lay encased inside of marbled stone.
with dagger nightshade curtains cast aside and hands held high
to grasp between the fight that sought that space within us all,
where poems of each reside; inside a breast whose eyes
see far beyond the light.
those of us to whom it mattered what we hunted for and found
in waking sleep few mortals come to know.
we danced inside a rhythm found, inside life’s unawakened sound;
and felt a kiss upon our soul that only God bestows.
those of us who caught or chased our love in every field
treasured coins unspent and serpent’s tongue unheard;
manufactured fields in which we married, marched, or kneeled
tripped each crumbling trap unsprung by mottled deed or word.
things our Science told us we could never hope to touch;
and yet like breathing, life sometimes had weight;
and though we never tested footsteps taken without crutch
each fall was one step forward into never ending fate.
we carried on our backs the weight of minions gone before
at times our journey slow, at times forlorn.
but in the end the corner turned, stood we with shaken core
full circle to become again, in wonder, life reborn.
one or zero may be all we thought that we would hold;
but those of us who caught or chased our love in every field
gave this world Eternity and shaped it to unfold;
laid bare the mystery there to find, a mirrored God Revealed.
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