Love's Lofty Height

Love's Lofty Height by Ingrid Showalter Swift A lofty height A soft kiss sweet butter lips and the scruff O lament at the wall of tears with me ... Take not the hand of sweet liberty O my sweet earnest soul…be still and vacuous as the sea as it glows ………..it takes no hostage with intent Be glad as the bee as it goes Pollen is its heart’s content Be wild as the leaves on the trees ripping and dipping flying and soaring and beneath it all as snow coated ice field ….be still my beloved love Know the peace of grass of the stone on the side of a hill feel the movement in the feathers of a hawk as they flicker through the dive of air Be as the cloud sees the world up and down and in and out it goes and asks not for understanding of all it sees Be as the crumpled piece of paper with words that might have changed the world a ball sitting at the bottom of the ash can with the chewed gum that does not argue that it be taken Be as the birth of a fawn in the wilderness asking nothing but to stand for the first time and quiver a new Be new in you …my beloved because you having given birth to us... have set me free