The gravity of your smile,
lighthearted yet muscled
with the blessings of sorrow,
keeps my satellite in orbit,
my rage against the machine
tempered and refined.
Chasms of belief threaten us daily,
yet as engineers of love
we span the dark depths
with bridge after bridge,
exhausted but unbroken.
No steel and wire
of mechanical contrivance,
rather light-bodied filaments
constructed of cosmos,
tendrils of soul
that extend to the stars.
Reading of “Engineers of Love” with music by Van Morrison.
Don…I LOVE this one! It speaks of my direct experience.
Don, yes, keep to the heights, safe from the trolls and lawyers inhabiting the area under the bridge. Be safe.
I love this: tendrils of soul/that extend to the stars. This is the fibre of love you speak of. So precious, delicate, yet so strong. Beautiful essence of what we are about – thank you Don.
Thanks, Don… I Love your sharing, Brother. Someday I Trust we may have an opportunity to share my personal belief system… Cosmos, YES!
Another beauty, poet brother… these are surely the “testing times.” making it very difficult to keep the faith & hold center! I’m praying almost non-stop these days, hoping peace & sanity will find our Dear World soon again.
Like this one a lot.
We resonate on a different wave length in the place you describe and know.
I join you there.
In the quietude of care for what collectively must come to us in this hour I move only with what I truly know .Nothing else holds value in this building bridge to the Stars.
I’m all for Love’s exhaustive bridging to continue, apace and unabated, in me — for I see our Light-embodied New Day being just one dawn away. Hence, I keep close watch for It!
You speak of the ‘pompatus’ of love, brother.
Always thought evoking, Don!
Great metaphors, Don. The imagination is fired by your words. I love this one.
Holy Holy Holy … a wondrous feat of edenic engineering … bridge after bridge … light-bodied filaments