There is a love that is not
love
It is not the kind that makes
you weak
It makes you rise so far
above
It takes your breath, it
makes you weep
There is a love that runs so
deep
Makes all you do seem
merciless
It implores your soul rise
from its sleep
And all life’s plans
superfluous
There is a love you cannot
touch
It is not a kiss on fevered
brow
It gathers all but won’t hold
much
And hitherto sworn you’ll
disavow
But it exists outside of time
Yet there’s nothing that’s
not held within
It cannot die, it needs not
find
what it gifts it does not
rescind
One cannot look away or fake
but makes you stop and gather
heart
you cannot give, you cannot
take
it’s the reason to stop, the
reason to start
I met a woman who had this
love
It was loaned to her and to
keep her well
It was not hers, but she
stole it not
To guard her soul from living
hell
Steel shining swords in
crosses were
Across her eyes and down her
breast
And o’er her head in midday
sun
And I that sight forever
blessed
I know she lives - it matters
not
It makes the world make sense
of pain
Redeemer of the senseless
caught
Makes every struggle not in
vain
For the sake of others, I could see
For safekeeping’s sake she
held it true
It was not for her, it was
not for free
It was not for me.
It was for you.
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(peter ledermann 4-27-20