A Sister’s love is easy to feel, for that love
has been present since before the time of birth.
However the love of God, is a little more
challenging to find.
As her hands rubbed the mother’s belly, telling
the being inside, “I love you,”
there was a mutual feeling of adoration exchanged.
But the hands of God, were harder to come by.
These sentiments of love we
have for each other are evoked in every moment.
Whether I am consciously
thinking of you or not, our love is permanently shared.
You were there for my birth.
You held my tiny hands, you washed
my infant feet,
you smiled at me throughout the years, always
with love in your eyes.
I feel the presence
of The Divine, yet still, sometimes
I loose sight –
I am only human, after all.
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circle
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.
- Rumi
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