14 February 2017

Love That Surpasses*

Rosa gallica Evêque
painted by Redouté



It's life itself—from Beginning past End—
                    (Middle, too)
stem, bud, growth pains, rose and hip—love
that, cutback, grows again 
and at last thrives.

We can't reject this love. O, how I want
to find it!
We dropped it in a sandbox long ago—
lost it one moonless night—
then forgot it.

But now bring it!  All channels are open.
                    We could meet
around the City Hall since Jungle Gyms
are now too small.  Hold Hands. 
God loves us all.



*Ephesians 3:19-21



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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


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19 comments:

  1. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger2/15/2017 1:02 AM

    I like that this lost love can grow again--maybe it is different this time around--but that is ok--Happy Valentine's Day!

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  2. pc2/15/2017 7:39 AM

    Interesting. I liked it.

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  3. Sumana Roy2/15/2017 9:20 AM

    yes...growing again and thriving; so true & also listening to the call of holding hands..love is just that...

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  4. Anonymous2/15/2017 9:40 AM

    dropped it in the sandbox... that suggests a long lost love so beautifully...

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  5. Kerry O'Connor2/15/2017 10:35 AM

    This is delightful, Susan. I like the way you have set out your lines - it keeps the flow so light.

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  6. Anonymous2/15/2017 11:01 AM

    Oh my! The subtlety here doesn't betray a single word or a break.
    "We dropped it in a sandbox long ago": This is so evocative; it seems to capture the entirety of emotions growing through this verse. Beautifully done. :-)
    -HA

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi2/15/2017 12:07 PM

    Whistles!!💘 This is my newest favorite from you Susan! Such deep emotion accompanies your lines; "We can't reject this love. O, how I want to find it!
    We dropped it in a sandbox long ago— lost it one moonless night— then forgot it." Sigh.. beautifully executed!💘


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher2/15/2017 12:53 PM

    "God loves us all." A hard truth. Because that means God loves the ones I don't love too. Ouch!

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  9. indybev2/15/2017 1:07 PM

    A hopeful read, well worded.

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  10. Gillena Cox2/15/2017 3:21 PM

    Luv your intimation that love is never lost, just needs to be nutured

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love...

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky2/15/2017 3:38 PM

    I like that once jungle gyms are too small, love keeps growing, till it reaches the inclusion of all souls in the love-in.

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  12. annell42/15/2017 3:50 PM

    And through us, it manifests. So much to love in life...we have our hands full, who has time for hate?

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  13. Anonymous2/15/2017 4:03 PM

    Oo, the sandbox. And jungle gyms, now too small. Amazing how the world shrinks around us!

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  14. Anonymous2/15/2017 6:53 PM

    There is our hope and strength, knowing that God loves us.

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  15. Old Egg2/15/2017 7:28 PM

    Curiously holding hands can be the most touching way of feeling that love and connection with each other. Beautifully writtan Susan.

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  16. Sreeja2/15/2017 11:25 PM

    beautiful...and the last line is great!

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2/16/2017 7:40 AM

    What a delight that was to read!

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  18. Mary2/16/2017 8:21 PM

    Holding hands - knowing God loves us all is a beautiful image to ponder. I like the optimism in your poem, Susan.

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  19. kaykuala2/18/2017 5:37 AM

    But now bring it!
    All channels are open.
    We could meet

    If only this opportunity can whiff by lots of times, the world is a better place to live on! Rightly so Susan!

    Hank

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