Planting Season


I desire you now, but tomorrow still rustles with dreams of you.

No patience in this heart.

Give me time

To find the place where we can exist

Place ourselves before myself and yourself,

To shear off the unnecessary trappings of impulse and self-focus

Replaced with the vitality of deliberation and charity.

Give me time

To commit to commitment and turn a shoulder to cold fear,

Place a comfortable quilt upon your legs and lift you in my arms,

Breathe in and feel the aliveness of being,

Resurrect the energy of youth and love.

Give me time

Struggling and laboring for a worthy end,

The result giving more than it receives,

Finding us next to one another

Arriving at the destination for the journey.

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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