"Write for Me.."

WRITE FOR ME


“Write for me!" she said. “It will be beautiful, as always!”
But where does the human spirit search for the words
Which will seem beautiful to another?

We must look to the heart, into the very depths of the soul, to find sufficiency for another.
We are too inadequate in something so spiritual, so beautiful.
Something that has no explanation for that emotion which is born
When two hearts are combined as one.

Perhaps turning again to Nature is the clearest path,
And the only natural path for the Spirit.
The rain is falling again, making huge puddles in the yard
And gushing rivers on the roads.
A sudden revelation of God’s Nature to provide for us, to sustain us.
But the darkness, the coolness, the wetness makes the spirit of the heart
Long for the comfort, the companionship, the things most longed for in the past,
And even the present.

The patter upon the roof.
The warmth of the open fire.
The comfort of the favorite couch.
The sweet aroma of special perfume.
The gentle caress of the human hand.
The strength and safety of the surrounding arms.
The gentle breathing of relaxation, and
The throbbing of the contented heart.
Precious moments in time when
Unconditional love is present,
And even time stands still.

It is all-consuming, like the birthing water from which we came.
Where life and sustenance are provided by another without asking.
These are the moments when shared hearts can be free, and open, and willing, Unrestrained and consensual. They are special because they are freely given, freely taken, And freely shared. The heart is open, and vulnerable, but is unconditionally protected,
And safe from all the sadness and wickedness of a voracious world.
Because it is real, and eternal, blessed, and shared.




These are the moments that give Hope -
when all “things” fail us.
These are the moments that restore Faith -
when even truth seems unobtainable.
These are the moments that restore Confidence -
when all our personal abilities seem to fail us.
These are the moments that give Passion to living and loving -
when nothing resembles beauty, or truth.
These are the moments that give birth to Creativity -
for they open the window of the mind to the universe of the heart.
These are the moments that are Shared with another soul -
for they give life to its meaning and purpose.
These are the moments that give the last vestige of Joy to the human heart -
for the memory of them gives that last, warm smile to the lips of the one who,
Long ago, knew true unconditional love,

And remembers it well ……at the very end of time.


Donald L. Cohagan © September 29, 2006