I’m sharing another poem I wrote in 2013, and I honestly had forgotten this one completely. When I read it Tuesday, it was as though it was brand new to me, and I had to read it many times and think about it. Maybe that is how everyone reads this.
Of real people we care, it festers;
Practical, more than just ethical,
we dirty our hands.
We ache and cry at the end of the day.
Like Christ, we love the real person.
More a doing than a feeling,
In our love, we do not desire more;
Love originates in Christ:
Not in my brother, my sister,
my wife, my sons,
and not in some seen enemy,
but in Christ.
He is the light.
He is the word.
He is love.
In this rough fabric of our lives,
the Spirit weaves in love.
Love cleanses hands.
Love strengthens fabric.
Love shines bright.
(c) Tom Bolton, 8 April 2013, Milwaukee