Thursday, December 24, 2009

To All My Loves, This Season

I wrote this in December, 2003 and gave it away to those who were in my heart at that time in celebration of Christmas. I wrote recalling the heights, recalling Maire and the story of the queen I once loved lifetimes ago. I posted this poem first on Nov. 17, 2008. Now I repeat this offering on Christmas Eve, 2009.
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Dec. 24, 2003
In the spirit of the season, in the spirit of the world's yearning, in the deep places in between all conflicts that persist even though we all know better - here is a musing that surprised me today, as love often surprises those who yearn for the beautiful, the true. Because I have loved this woman, I can love many women. Because I love women, I can also love men. Because I love men and women, I can also love God. Because I love God, I can live today.


To All My Loves, This Season

Ever in my heart, I am grateful for what has happened between us.
It is a piece of the soul's story, a flowering of the Beloved, eternal.
When you take me in, even a little, the present tense of the Infinite
Returns and lifts me into Beauty. Truly you are the Best One -

Truly not you as you struggle here and now, no not you like that -
Truly you as you cascade through all time and space, as we all do.
Maid of the Deepest Moon, you shine, you light a symphony of love -
And me, the Man of the Northern Wall, alight for all time through this.

This is what you have given me, what survives chaos and all pain.
This is what I celebrate in my best moments far beyond our dream.
As I travel on, when I can remember, I choose to sing the moon
And stars and the perfume of you lingers near my heart, calling me.

I shall never be lost again, not as I once was. Now I dance
To songs I know to sing. My heart stays open for you and beyond
To others as I must, following the call bigger than you or me
Until we meet at the other end of this time and claim our true home.

(This is why I pray I do not depart ever in the chaos of lost love,
but if depart we must, I pray to keep the truth of love alive.)


Merry Christmas. May there be much joy in the coming year for you and yours.
Christopher

10 comments:

  1. Love you my friend. This is beautiful.

    Today is one of those ones I continue to be grateful for, that and the moments of connection that happen when we stand still and allow them.

    Life is good, always, is it not.

    xxxx

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  2. Michelle, who knows how this all turns out. You can try predicting but I heard a guy say,

    "I never knew if I took a drink how that would turn out..."

    "Now I'm sober," he said, "and now I have no idea how sobriety will turn out."

    That's about the size of it. Merry Christmas to you, my sweetheart.

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  3. Heartfelt and beautiful: the best kind of poetry. An enchanted season to you as well. :)

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  4. Exactly....it is all in the particular perception of the moment I suppose. Just for today I choose to see the positive.....xxxx

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  5. Thank you, my friend. Merry Christmas also to you.

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  6. Bless you, Christopher. Love and best wishes for the holiday.

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  7. {{{Lucy}}}}

    I am sure you know how to keep the season, and I am sure you have.

    Thank you for your kindnesses. I have grown quite fond of you and yours. My best to Tom and Mol.

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