The Advent of the Rising Sun

“Four Ways to Love”

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.”  -Helen Keller

 

Hope
If I’m allowed to behold one more rising sun
Everything I see is pure as it speaks to me in rhyme
Its’ rhythm moves me forward, its’ essence leaves me in mindfulness
Where all is thou , all is sacred, all is you.

Love
I see the sun’s’ great corona move forth from the limitless sky
It freely gives its light to the face of the moon
where it will caress your face while you sleep
All of this… yes, all of this and more is for you.

Joy
The winter solstice, the sun is still as the gatekeeper holds me to the task at hand
Riddle me this… How do you keep the one you love?
Oh love, possessive it is not, selfless it is,
you can’t keep the one you love, nor tie love down or stow it away.

Peace
And in the Advent, the expectation of love into the world
Four candles bring forth a light into a circle of evergreen branches,
a sea of eternity, a wreath to lay in every home
Candles of white, blue, purple, rose… hope, love, joy, peace.

It is when we see through our pain that we find such beauty.

Alas, the noble heart is one with its ‘other’.

Choose the path which gives the most love.

©jc2016-9