the way of love – a poem to Jeff

the way of love is not peaceful 
when it knocks on your door 
It can take you by surprise 
and knock you off your feet 

your core belief and identity 
can get shaken 

what you thought you knew fades away 
and what you now behold is the only thing that matters

It’s not a small, trivial thing 
when love knocks on the door

sometimes you solicit and put yourself out there 
- so many closed, cold doors it hits you raw - 
sometimes it’s a smile, an invitation, 
a small gesture or a sudden happening

you get your morning coffee 
knowing that there is someone you plan to meet 
that just might change the trajectory of your life 
and it’s not a small moment, because it ripples out 
shaping all future time and space

the way of love is not quiet 
it burns deep, warm at first 
but passionate and raw 

your exposed vulnerable heart 
aches to not be hurt, 
just be loved as much as it is to give

the way of love is as unique as your fingerprint 
it is not a predictable journey with marked paths. 
It’s the great mystery. It’s the juice that makes life 
worth living and to share these moments 
with another is a cherished gift

so when the way of love knocks on your door, 
greet it in. Offer it an ear, an embrace
love is not to be squandered or stowed away
love is there in the air to share, 
to embody spirit in pure joy

love what may come, but don’t chase it away 
just when the vulnerable wings appear 
on the threshold, you will find the strength to 
uplift and transform on a journey to the way of love

[ Today I am celebrating 16 wonderful years of marriage to my loving husband Jeff ]