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
