Let the Beauty Through
|Love melts through as pure poetry:
Life sings in its own language:
that great mystery no lover ever
seeks to solve.
Love reveals the wonder
and wonder opens the heart to beauty
that ravishment of Love.
Let the beauty through: it isn’t yours
to possess or use. It is the deepest you
and its tenderness is as strong
as a star.
Melt to Love and become an infection.
Those who catch it will love you forever.
Someone said, Meditate on the scriptures,
but Love made me jump.
I had to twirl and sing.
There is no use trying to be respectable:
when the wind blows through the tree
the tree goes wild!
|Poem © Blake Steele 2005|