I do

LynPraying

God, but what an honor it is
to love and to be loved by you!
By this I do not mean
the self of youth,
the callow of desire
or the inertia of long nights.
For me, for you, for evermore
it is the bright of your soul,
the kiss of your smile,
the glow of your too often
set upon patience.

I do not love you with every
fiber of my being, and with
every twinge of my every second.
I love you more than that,
I do.

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For Lyn, of course.

The Bahá’í Faith recently completed its yearly fasting period. This poem came to me when I suddenly awoke at 3:00 AM on the last night of the fast. I remember being shocked with the clarity and completeness of it: having a poem arrive like that is something that rarely happens to me. Although tired, I was able to force myself to stay awake long enough to memorize it, so that it would still be with me the next morning. Thankfully it was!

Thank you for reading I do. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph of Lyn praying at the side of a small river was taken several years ago during a fall holiday to the Poconos in eastern Pennsylvania. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.

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7 responses to “I do

  1. John, this is amazing! God bless you!

  2. This is beautiful, John! The inertia of a long-ago held contentment… I especially like how you put that

  3. Simply beautiful! How lucky to feel so much to find those words.