There is a love that is not love
It is not the kind that makes you weak
It makes you rise so far above
It takes your breath, it makes you weep
There is a love that runs so deep
Makes all you do seem merciless
It implores your soul rise from its sleep
And all life’s plans superfluous
There is a love you cannot touch
It is not a kiss on fevered brow
It gathers all but won’t hold much
And hitherto sworn you’ll disavow
But it exists outside of time
Yet there’s nothing that’s not held within
It cannot die, it needs not find
what it gifts it does not rescind
One cannot look away or fake
but makes you stop and gather heart
you cannot give, you cannot take
it’s the reason to stop, the reason to start
I met a woman who had this love
It was loaned to her and to keep her well
It was not hers, but she stole it not
To guard her soul from living hell
Steel shining swords in crosses were
Across her eyes and down her breast
And o’er her head in midday sun
And I that sight forever blessed
I know she lives - it matters not
It makes the world make sense of pain
Redeemer of the senseless caught
Makes every struggle not in vain
For the sake of others, I could see
For safekeeping’s sake she held it true
It was not for her, it was not for free
It was not for me.
It was for you.
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(peter ledermann 4-27-20