Brian’sPoems

Love Will Be the Prophet

She sleeps,
while I’ve been dreaming.
The dogs are always nearby,
and I watch one of them
limp to the water bowl.
Outside I hear a cricket,
resisting the rising sun.

Life doesn’t get any more mystical.
The dogs and I simply are,
and the unseen makes itself known
in the fragile silence.

I interrupt the peace
to think about romantic love,
about how to keep a fire hot
when the fuel begins to dwindle.

Over and again,
my intuition says not to worry.
You are not the fire-keeper.
It’s too big a job
for any one person.

I like to think the promise to marry
opens a door to eternal love,
but then I shake myself,
remembering the doorways to love
are everywhere and unlocked.
My struggle is so simple.
I’m trying to see this world
inside of my limited perspective.
All the while,
the joy and challenge of loving her,
of loving all things,
is revealing a universe
beyond my comprehension.

I cannot tell you anything, any longer
with any certainty.
The poet’s job is to relate
and to share what other poets have learned
in their own mystical travels.

So I say,
move closer to God,
and closer still.
Your love will be the prophet
offering you an intimate audience
with the Creator.