Love Love Love
Oh it’s so easy to say –
‘Give what you think you lack –
You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love…’…
On the other hand –
Do you have any better advice?
! A Grief Ago
‘There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften’ –
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?
For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;
For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?
gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart
there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time – ‘a grief ago’ as Dylan wrote –
the cupboard opened only for love’s sake
without grief…:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while…
not grief, not grief…but
the pure memory of grief
and behold,
life.