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Love, Alpha to Omega

 

Let us, in our hearts and minds

reach out for the meaning of love.

Love, despite the dictionary,

is an emotion, a force.

Mating may be accomplished without love

in fact hate, fear or revenge

may be a motive, as in rape.

How then, is mating said to be making love?

Certainly mating, while loving someone,

is extraordinary and wonderful.

Surely sex education should teach this

but it seldom does.

 

No, love is so strong a force

that people who love selflessly

may sacrifice their lives for others.

Love is a driving force,

a maker of joy or sorrow,

a feeling of fulfillment or despair.

But love can also relate to art

or other creatures outside our own species.

It may even be abstract expecting

no response, as in the love of the sea

or music or beautiful gardens.

Love encompasses everything,

holds everything together.

Love is much greater than us.

 

If love is so important, may we say

there is little else of such importance?

Perhaps, all there is to understand, is love?

But we can love or be loved without

acknowledging or being acknowledged in that love.

Therefore, love is greater than us.

Love is a huge and powerful force.

 

Love and suffering are often entwined.

Through suffering we may learn to love.

We may see beyond self indulgent love,

to a love of all people and creatures.

If we learn to love, through our own suffering,

or the suffering of others, then through suffering,

we may learn the healing power of love.

Some say. “If God is so loving, why does he allow

innocents to suffer so horribly?”

But perhaps it is us who allow this suffering.

Is it possible that all the suffering, in the world

is there to awaken the love in our hearts?

Is that what we are here for?

Is love the lesson and the meaning of life?

 

 

David Garlick, Sidney, January, 2003

 

Posted in Deep, Life, Love, Philosophy, Poems of Love, Poems of Philosophy

Wayne

 

He wasn’t a hero but

he was a brave man.

 

He wasn’t a great sailor but

he loved the sea.

 

He wasn’t always kind but

he was always honest.

 

He wasn’t the best businessman  but

he always told the truth.

 

He wasn’t a rich man but

he was generous with what he had.

 

He wasn’t a brilliant man but

he made things happen.

 

He wasn’t always right but

he, more often than not, was.

 

He wasn’t always easy but

he was my friend.

 

And I shall miss him.

 
 
David Garilck, Victoria, November,  2000 

Posted in Deep, Giving, Memorial, Poems Memorial

Autumn

 

A gray and splashy Autumn sky,

that weeps into its misty beard,

or sighs with chill and gusty breath,

his lover lost, a season drear.

 

She drops a brilliant handkerchief.

A shower of leaves in brown and gold,

to offer him a chance to be

her beau, now that the Fall is here.

 

He swoops to pluck one from the ground,

tossing it into the air,

pursues it down the shining street,

a prize from a new season fair.

 

They pirouette in dance, those two,

to music of the Autumn’s storm.

They shriek with laughter in the night

and chase the hours into the dawn.

 

The wind has swept the clouds away.

The sun beams with an orange hue.

The sky is happy once again,

the weeping spent, his lover true.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, 1988

Posted in Fun, Life, Life and Laughter, Love, Nature

Step by Step


Step by faltering step

our love was born.

Step by step we tested it.

Step by step we built it.

Step by step, child

by child our family grew.

Step by step the bonds

were forged in love.

Step by step we gave

and in return received.

Step by step and

day by day and

month by month and

by year by year our lives

have marched in unison.

And now step by step

you must give your heart

time to find a new rhythm;

step by step but to a

new march, a new tune

a new way of doing things.

a new way of seeing things,

a new way of living.

One you have earned,

one you deserve,

one you must heed;

or we will not progress

onward in step, by step.

 

David Garlick, Victoria, March 1996

Posted in Family, Heart, Love, My Heart Speaks, Philosophy
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