Sunday, January 3, 2016

Love's Stream

Love's Stream

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)



Hearts crushed
broken or torn.

Is this flow natural,
for which all are born,

a downhill stream
of raging tears
further bruised by
slick rocks
washing away
amorous dreams?

Mankind eventually doomed,
to sad, hurt and confused;
love spurned,
tossed or abused?

Will this ruptured muscle
seamlessly mend
after vicious
or sadly misdirected
lightning
zaps apart,

saps necessary energy
at needless
emotional expense

or frictions
separating,

leaking
loving memories
into murky moments
crashed then trampled

as victims
flag white
in tragic defense?

Are not relationships difficult to define?
Are others the keepers of our gates?
Can time really bridge rift's caustic divide?

Hope
in who?... What?
The abuser of the felt used?
For a return to more
or an even score?

Hope in love;

it's abilities to provide solid holds
for one to scale
slippery walls.

And remember
the Eternal One
who tenderly cares
befriends

lends
extends
an attentive hear

and Fatherly comfort
for the forlorn

or lonely,
devastated
ones felt scorned.

He Is Love.

He can carefully breach
all deep caverns
with Divine wisdom
requested

in absolute loyalty
adorned.