So she loved – as easily as breathing

It always had been that way

And she was well loved

But really

What did that matter

What bread and butter

Did love create

What oceans did it save

Whom could it actually help?

Her heart- did something so

Intangible

Matter

at all?

The lioness will slay

for her cubs

The father will forsake all others

For his sons

A man

Once overturn a table of money lenderes

Then ride through town

On an ass

They say he

Turned his cheek

Then raised the dead.

He loved the wicked;

And through love, changed

She once said -

Your greatest gift is your heart.

I scoffed that into a forest of cacti.

Now

Cut by my own knives

I know at least one answer to that

‘So what’ question -

A life time of poetic

action.

True terror:

that deep

Transformational

Unconditional

Love.

let me turn towards that fear…