Love is not necessarily ineffable, but nor is it simple … To allow our selves to be loved by others can be so much harder than to love, to receive, so much more difficult than to give. We also know that we can’t really come into the full blossoming of love if we cannot hold love for ourselves … this poem emerged on a day of struggling to feel in my heart what my head understands through other means. Photography by Matt Aden The Song of Love by Tammy T. Stone Sometimes I lose sight Of how mountains need no Help standing, Grass never wavers and The ocean has never Stopped moving. There is another truth, Harder to remember than The rest, That those with whom Love has grown Will not stop They will not stop Waiting for me To awaken To the song they Hold in their hearts for me, Loud and resonant, A song that came into Life Long before I could hear it, And rests in gentle remain Every time I forget how It go...
Women's Spiritual Poetry