When he fell in love with her
there was a burning bush within them both,
a single thing, shared, unconsumed.
… He watched their son sleep,
this infant who, by no behavior at all,
but by simply being, evoked such love.
… He gazed at their teenage daughter
in her faraway adolescent phase, knowing
her beauty went so much deeper than her face,
and her love than her moods.
… Their son, away in Europe,
still had a presence there with him,
the love still strong.
… He sat by their daughter’s bed
after her accident: how deeply even in a coma
they loved her, and she loved them.
… One night, aging, they walked under stars
that seemed to hold them,
tiny as they were in that vastness,
a constellation of two—binary stars,
mutually bound and shining.
Now he sits with her,
her disease-plundered mind,
and knows she is still there, that burning bush
still in them both, whole and unconsumed.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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