Today I wanted to write a poem about a wonderful feeling that comes to me sometimes, in early morning prayer or just in sudden moments, a feeling of being suspended in Love.  It’s about feeling completely cared for – not weightless but with every part of me supported and nothing strained.  And with ‘every part of me’ including everything I love, all those I care about.  Maybe the poem does better than these words.

Everything I am, and all I’ve tended –

my loves, my children, all their early flights

my own delayed attempts to shine my light

are held forever safe in Love suspended.

I never felt this free; though I pretended

my intellect could take me to a height

where I could chart a course and judge it right,

my dreams still squirmed unsure, over-extended.

But now I feel Love’s grasp on us so sure

each one established in our perfect sphere

all our connections elegant and pure

we never need be anywhere but here.

All that Love ordains for us endures

Love carries us, Love’s way is always clear.