THE MAGIC OF LOVE

I felt a oneness with the earth,
       With the water and the cloud,
But most of all with all the trees
       Who now were not a faceless crowd.

Before I plunged into their shade,
       A hyacinth in sunshine bright
Laughed at me in morning wind
       The purple petals my delight.

One alone it sang to me,
       An ancient hymn of scented beauty,
And I, enthralled, knelt down to her,
       As homage seemed a sacred duty.

We swayed together fresh as air,
       Silent in a loving dance,
I could only hope that she
       Wouldn't break the holy trance.

I sought how I could hold the charm,
       For never could I pluck this flower,
What is there that dare would harm
       This petaled shrine of healing power.

She nodded in a little bow
       To where her shadow fell with grace,
And there I saw a leaf outspread
       With holes that marred a graying face.

The leaf did hide in beauty's shade,
       To savor well the hallowed ground,
He gave himself to what seemed best
       Before he starts another round.

I saw the answer to my prayer
       And took the leaf into my hand,
Kissed it fondly for his gift
       Of bringing light to shadow land.

From a coupled harmony,
       Grew a larger symphony,
Deep within an empathy
       Saw my comrade change to me.

In a sunset or in ocean
       I had sensed a living song,
But most of all inside I heard
       Beauty chanting all along.

Smiles of God that foster dreams,
       His genius forms a holy ploy
To keep us young in mind and heart
       Beauty shapes each girl and boy.


                                                               ----Tom Stanks, Superseed, 1998

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