On some mornings, love is the only thing that exists and this poem keeps its song alive.
I awoke this morning
with the world in my heart,
far-reaching skies of sun-dipped clouds
the vaulted ceilings for stirring vale and forest
and vast oceans surging toward the shore,
with silver-backed dolphins
their beaded and dazzling joy.
How many of you have known this fullness?
Shaken off the night and so, too, the cloak of too many despondent musings
and the troubles that wear thin your finest soles?
Today you move like a song lifting the ordinary with its delicate verse,
your eyes alight with some new wonder —
the memory of the hand that reached so softly for your sleeping form
and untangled the knots of your yearning
to weave moonbeams in your hair
and soothe your burdened brow
with the cool satin of stardust.
And so you greet this day with a brave translucence,
a dangling trust in your unclenched fists.
Do not be deterred by the razor’s edge
or the crow’s portentous call.
Make this your prayer of gratitude.
Where you would hoard this fresh contentment
from the one who has been more thorn than fragrant bloom —
strike a match.
Love’s awakening demands a conflagration.
There is no selectivity when the Beloved’s gaze has found yours
and kindled your heart
to a wild and raging tenderness.
- Naila Francis
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