Sometimes intense and
Heated passion
Rips the veil from
Top to bottom,
And the brilliant bursts of
Blinding love
Break through to pierce the soul.
More common, the sweet glimpses
Of raveling and unraveling,
And through the threadbare gingham
Catch simple glances of the whole.
But Love is the reality,
Love, the warming urges that send our minds
Embracing, washing all the lines away,
Melting Pride’s control.
And Love it is that
Apocalypses
Into Revelation.
Love rips the curtain open
In a thundering, powering roll.
And it is Love
That tenderly, patiently
Ravels and Unravels,
Peeking thru the gingham,
Wearing out the faded threads
Of Life’s Material.
-jenn long
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