Love, Everywhere
In youth Love was everywhere
Waiting below the surface
Heard if I stood so quiet
While Humanity clattered.
Love would peek around corners
If I sought diligently
I cared, and believed it mattered
Because Love was a State of Grace.
Chaos proves the bald-faced lie
Life spins apart, parts break off
Love disentangles itself
Refusing to be waylaid.
We cannot tie down Love
Not wrest it from shadows.
No sunrise shines so bright
Nor darkness fall so deep.
For Love is a Moment
And all moments after
Turning life about sharply
Never, ever to look back.
The seed of Love can grow
And in growing, form its world
From the shards of yesterday
From the dust, and the damage
Love will not be bound, yet holds
More firmly than any binding
Michael Theroux writes from Northern California. His deeply published
career has spanned botanist, environmental health specialist, green energy
developer and resource recovery web site editor. Entering the creative writing
field late in life at 72, Michael is now seeking publication of his cache of
art writings which include two novels and perhaps 400 poems and short stories.
Some of his shorter works may be found in Down in the Dirt, Ariel Chart, 50WS, Academy of the Heart and
Mind, CafeLit, Poetry Pacific, Last Leaves, Backwards Trajectory, Small
Wonders, The Acedian Review and the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.