Love

love

what possesses a 52 year old man

to begat a child, he wondered.

And the answer swelling beneath his hand

kicked a message of love bonding to his heart.

Love – lyric of age upon age

is the message of the medium

for all else is dumb brute.  Love is

a rainbow of meaning from lust to God

from unborn babe to bursting naked

passion in the night.  Love flows down

the generations – father to son,

mother to child

and with unflagging hands we pass it on

a wave front passing through time and space

 and all that begs it is anathema.

Himself 

 

I wrote this about thirty odd years ago when my youngest son was conceived and it is still my truth