It waits at each turn
A four-letter surprise
In threads of heaven-
Lent paradise
Sometimes it tastes
Like the coffee you brought
After picking up two
‘On second thought’
I’ve seen it
Heaped on a laundry-room floor
A cotton-tossed sea
Where life-echoes roar
In school-work on tables
In dream-dust that wafts
Restless with green hope
Far away, hunger-soft
Four-letter heart-storm
As you rush in
To declare that you found
A whisker on your chin
And you grab Dad’s razor
So eager to shave
I’ve held its whole world
In a ‘see-you, mom’ wave
…and suffered the subtle
Undoing of heart
As its strings bind closer
What life tugs apart
It spills in bills and in
Stripped cookie jars
It thrills the common
In eyes kissed with stars
It shatters life-silences
Scatters 'stuff' about
Out-poured, it refills
What we cannot live without
It spills in bills and in
Stripped cookie jars
It thrills the common
In eyes kissed with stars
It shatters life-silences
Scatters 'stuff' about
Out-poured, it refills
What we cannot live without
Thank-you God, more than anything
This is enough
To be part of a beautiful
Picture called Love
© Janet Martin
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