non-mechanical

Love is non-mechanical it doesn’t crank, pinion or always work dependably. In cavalier moments, I thought I knew something of how it all works— it’s apertures and shafts— its grinds and reciprocations. I’d judge it’s motions work its levers, judge its spins, and address its slippery angles. You could call me obsessive but obsessive people don’t obsess this much. You could call me compulsive but the compulsive aren't this compulsive. All I can do is poise, balance or swipe a little black credit card. It’s the only magic I have. I can’t turn bread into wine or fish into water. I can’t make the blind walk the deaf to see or the lame to taste again. God reserves some miracles, keeps them as close to the vest as cards. Jugglers work the circus, mimes thrash to communicate, and tightrope walkers fall. . . Songs for this: Viva la vida by Cold Play When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan . . How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days! www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3