• A holy thing

    What a fearful

    What a holy

    What an achingly beautiful thing–

    To love.

     

    There is no falling in.

    It is an uprising,

    A rebellion of breathtaking

    glory.

     

    We are lifted

    Up.

    And yet we

    fall

    Again–

    And yet again,

    In a giddy

    And heart-starting

    Instant.

     

    We love,

    even as we fall,

    and are pulled upwards

    Outwards beyond the edges of

    Ourselves.

     

    And we love.

     

    God, we love!

    In fearful–

    holy–

    riotous

    wonder.

    We love.

     

    And then, let go.

     

    Sinking

    and sere,

    we love

    and let go,

    Tumbling inwards,

    Suddenly weighted

    with tattered edges.

     

    What was love

    and aching beauty

    and holy holy holy–

     

    What was love

    We let it

    go.



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