Is Love Mundane
Is love mundane as it mingles with the masses and the multitude?
Prosaic as it plays among the plethora of the plenty?
Everywhere teeming, like cicadas' mating call seething
Shimmering with the soft slip of the breeze of the midsummer's
Evening. Even the trees and their leaves weaving in wind
Do bring everlasting love life light when they spin
Yes. It is everywhere among everything and this should not
Make it more common but more grander a thing
As ocean loves land exploding against it
And a thousand million sand particles nestle in ancient bedrock
Embrace. And a sentry of ants guards the queen's sticky palace
Everywhere it is and this should not cultivate contempt
But hurry on worship
As love's temple is set down among the smallest of things
Look there's its altar a plane of grass fed by the wind
And the the beasts they bend down, they feed, freed of their sin
A carnal communion, love's substance transferred again
And God's sun he looks down because we can see
We can't see what he sends. A love that makes everything
Alive one more day before end. One more day before end.
Copyright © Joel Shafer Harris | Year Posted 2012
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