I remember when we first met, despite physical
apprehensions, our spirits crossed the chasm,
finding one another. They knew destiny could not
escape something innately fashioned - our unknown
fate. Like magnets drawn by a force of its own
creation, our lives were brought together with
divine patience. No haste, little waste, only
the deliberate, contemplative evolvement at
our hearts own pace.
At times I wonder, especially when I hear
thunder after lightening sears the sky can
love give birth to something as powerful.
Thouqhts of divine marriages filters through
my mlnd like a kalediscope of history and time.
Brilliant images of prophets, kings, sages
and their spouses, mates heavenly sent - giving
the world examples for the ages. Yet, we permit
the limitations of our minds to hinder loves
desire to create more of the same for mankind.
As fragile as crepe in a hurricane, the demand
of love can withstand the pain, the sorrow,
the void of a promise that tomorrow could
predict. We should let the spirit guide us,
unrestricted, it should not be denied.
Should we deny ourselves something a holy as
the Creator's very own existence. Isn't it.
often said, "God is Love"?