The Record Warden


Word stained paper

smudged fingerprintsGOD Is 'LOVE' - 1 John 4 verses 7-8

generations old

hang upon heart walls like museum halls

 

Love songs written like graffiti in the margins

of an ancient scroll

mothers and fathers old

living patterns emerge

like wrinkles on an old map

 

How long

will I carry such a map?

There is no treasure at the X

there is a cross

where I stand pondering

two perfectly framed pages ripped from a book

 

one loss

one love

 

One Love

 

Word stained pages

blood smudges

as old as creation

tattooed words stamped upon a man encasing a heart

all hearts, if we allow the image

 

Love words, like kisses, written between the lines

on ancient scroll

where only a word appears

breathing and heaving, alive

 

I will tear out the page

trade my map, discreetly folded

wrinkled and forgotten

and then we will sing through the halls

while jiggling keys on the ring

Love keeps no record…

Love keeps no record of…

Love keeps no record of wrongs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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