….
Love opens the door and
makes its way about the rooms,
pulls up a chair at the table, or
lends a hand in the kitchen, garden, laundry.
After a long day and climbing
into bed, love is there smoothing
out the sheets and propping up
the pillow.
Waking up and gazing in
the mirror, love smiles back,
invigorating tired eyes.
While busy at the desk, making
plans and schedules, love
stands behind, tapping on
arm uplifted, about to strike
a key.
Love, what are you
doing here?
What is it that you require of me?
I cannot make sense of your
constant meddling. How am I
to help you?
There is this house, and bills to pay,
and children to feed and care for.
Why do you posture yourself like
you belong ~ a member of my family?
Love grows large and pushes
me back ~ reckoning me to listen.
Love says “hush.” Love says “be still.”
Then love whispers, “have you done my work today?”
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