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i loved you
before the words 'i love you'
lived on my lips
released into the air moving between us
words like that can be dangerous
one can feel the risk
when let loose from the graves of the past
resurrections, joyful, at first can appear scary ~
freed into the present, yes, such words
leads to life, speaks life,
caged within death leads to death
how many walk about
in death, the love-bird waiting
to fly free, to stretch its wings and flow
in open space
like a prophet
hurled into the air, words,
as surely as "Thus says the Lord"
and something becomes ~ creative act ~
Love begets Love, as Christ births Christ
leaping
over some unseen chasm
aiming for the heart
love truly true
never arises but only
from within to within
can be so confusing
does not speak our languages
struggles to move past the ears
to find its likeness kneeling in
the Sanctum of the Heart
indeed 'i love you'
one would wish to hear
and baffled by its echoes
some action, even small, heralds its truth dear
saying, "Yes, I'm here!"
what is most unclear
to the mind, is most clear
when held within the heart
and when love crucifies, for it must, being love
heals, and is that not
a welcome death, to live,
and live among the living
rather than walk among the dead loveless
and longing for love, often the longing
long itself dead
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