Your Missing Love Blooms My Heart - Stimulus:Response

My Song Of Love by Lora Colon on Poemhunter.com It didn't seem quite so urgent then To lay my Song of Love at his feet, The buds of Spring were yet to open, And the song of the robin was sweet I kept my song safe inside my heart, I'd give it voice at just the right time, As enchanting as a full blown rose Would be the melody and the rhyme And I rehearsed a line at a time, All the while, Fate watched from the back room, My Song of Love, soon it would be sung When the lilac trees burst forth in bloom The lilacs dried, summer changed her dress, While the hills took on a crimson hue, No one asked to hear my Song of Love, And soon the frigid winter winds blew Too long I've carried my Song of Love, Now the sun has begun to descend, I wrapped my song in a burial shroud...... A concept it cannot comprehend My Song of Love still wants to be heard, 'Tomorrow' still vibrates on my tongue, Alas! tomorrows have come and gone, And my Song of Love remains unsung ________________________________ Your Missing Love Blooms My Heart My response to Lora Colon's poem "My Song of Love" Your missing love blooms my heart, Reminds me how lucky I am With who knows how many others Who’ve found themselves stuck in love’s jam. The colors that fade from your rainbow Are born again fresh in my tears As they call up past loss in my own life And the droughts at times lasting for years. But now in the peace of Love’s garden I find myself singing old song Reminding that Love still surrounds us When we somehow can’t sing along. From pillar to post moves love’s victim But there’s safety in choosing this maze A bizarre kind of refuge from finding A love that could fill up your days. The courage to give heart to another To throw expectations aside No winning for those who won’t gamble, No surprise for those full of pride. Accepting the fact we’re not worthy Can offer fresh soil to love’s seed, The loss of our last ounce of judgment May help others see past our greed. To own up to what we contribute Can open the floodgates of love No blaming our sadness on others No curses hurled at God above. And if you would sample Love’s perfume A garden is where you should look No deep meditation in desert Or mountain top view of life’s book. So let us all search for the garden Where man walked and talked with our Lord His presence our eternal blessing, All longings fulfilled by His Word. Brian Johnston July 4, 2015