ARMS OF LOVE

Like a child
my cradle rocks
and all I want
are the arms
of love

Like a smile
my beauty fades
and all I want
are the arms
of love

Like a garden
foretold by the rains
of spring
all I want
are the arms
of love

And the business
of need
drives the loneliness
the alone-ness
of every child
who once was held
in the lap
of god
and so we walk our days
and smile our tears
and build our castles
at the edge of the beach
and all we want
is to be held
in the arms
of love..

from the early oracular poems..


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