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


19 comments:

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

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

Peter Chast said...

Interesting. I liked it.

Sumana Roy said...

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

thotpurge said...

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

Kerry O'Connor said...

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

howanxious said...

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

Sanaa Rizvi said...

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

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

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

indybev said...

A hopeful read, well worded.

Gillena Cox said...

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

Thanks for dropping in to read mine

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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

annell said...

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

erbiage said...

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

Martin Kloess said...

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

Old Egg said...

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

sreeja harikrishnan said...

beautiful...and the last line is great!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

What a delight that was to read!

Mary said...

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

kaykuala said...

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