The Sound of Love
I was listening to Leonard Cohen’s song, “Kisses Deep” and sipping moments of peace, when I got the anticipated phone call that Bill and I had been waiting for. His mom was about to go into surgery and that she was okay. Bill’s step Dad would let us know step by step how she would be doing. This phone call reminds me of my poem, the Sound of Love. “It’s the sound of love that hangs on the other end of the phone… long distance brought closer, love lines, saying what you feel out loud… is the Sound of Love…
The last two days were about ceaseless praying and my daughter Sunsetta even slept with my angel praying for her grandma.
With anticipation of answered prayers, worry still tries to drift in creating tension in the routine of daily life.
I went to bed last night talking to my sister, another love line brought closer.
I awoke this morning at two thirty am and went out to my deck which is my morning routine of prayer and meditation on the good things in my life and I saw a shooting star right at the exact time that I prayed that Bill and I’s love would be eternal. I haven’t seen a shooting star in decades! The song, “We Three Kings of Orient Are” came to me when I got inside and the first person I wanted to share this with was Bill even though he and I went to bed exhausted from the demands of our day and with some unresolved tension between us.
What a miracle, what magic exists in the morning sky igniting the light within me! The sense of wonderment and light is contagious and I feel giddy! I am indeed a child of God. I am listening to music now and singing…not waiting to be an expert, just daring to sound my love!
As you go about your daily round think about this…
What does your Sound of Love look like?
How does it taste?
What do you feel?
Who do you see?
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