From Chapter One: Love

Candles

Remember when we had only candles to burn?
Those were the days.

Now we have more candles
than time to burn them

Our days long and our nights short,

Life is full, our lives are busy, self-important
Victims of our own success
Prisoners of our achievements.

I long for those lazy, easy nights
Nothing to do except wait for the candle 
To burn through
Then light another.

The luxury of time so precious
Should be measured by the slow burn
Of candle light

"Light another, my dear,
Sit still and wait in silence with me
As another evening settles into night."

Our lives pass... reflected
One candle at a time.

         From Chapter Two: Sex

Hot August Afternoon

Last night was a short evening of love making
Not the usual affair of tongue wrestling
Until we are both exhausted
Finally surrendering to our love for each other.

Last night we were more ready
To be vulnerable and less defended

Quicker to follow the urge
To melt into each other
Like two sticks of butter
On a hot August afternoon.

         From Chapter Three: God

The Sacred Jug

We are all just drops
Of water that
Make up the sacred
Jug of life,

Praying to be poured out
Onto the hollow ground
In order to become 
Part of the 
Nurturing of life.

Oh, to be absorbed 
By the parched and 
Dying things
Longing for a taste of the
Sweet water of the Divine.

Only to evaporate
When our work is done
Returned to the sacred
Jug of life.

There resting, waiting
To be poured again
Rejoining the great stream of creation.