Love

Love is like a lump of gold,

Hard to get, and hard to hold.

Of all the girls I've met,

You're the one I can't forget,

I do believe that God above,

Created you for me to love

He chose you from all the rest,

Because he knew I would love you best.

- Loy Bowman

The bowed Heart

I sat here some time ago and evaluated all that had swept across me

looking out across to an infinite space of time

a beauty adorned with shades of mesmerising colours

I struck my head and felt the ache echo through to my heart

But it did not skip a beat

bowed down in pain it refused to take anymore

I recall the bleep and then silence

then a view

a response

then silence

It was silent except for the beating of the bowed heart

It beat a bit faster as it realised that someone had arrived

A blessing stroking the pain away softly

reminding it of its existence

telling it not all is lost

that this is meant to be

I sat there some time ago and found myself.

I sat there some time ago and let him find me and my bowed heart.

~Hanya~

The Rose

When the rose is gone and the garden faded

you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.

The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. 

The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.

If love withholds its strengthening care,

the lover is left like a bird without care,

the lover is left like a bird without wings.

How will I be awake and aware

if the light of the Beloved is absent?

Love wills that this Word be brought forth. 

~ Rumi ~