As I approach the first anniversary of my marriage to Cate (June 1), I am re-sharing the poem I wrote soon after we reconnected. In that moment, I realized I’d found the love of my life. I pray for all who long for love to know it’s waiting for you too, if you are willing to give up the precious dribble that is keeping you from seeing it. This is a love poem of the self.
My hope’s for you to see the beauty in my eye,
The beauty in you as clearly as I.
For if you do you’ll know
All the beauty of the world
In you will show.
And when you have it firmly in your mind
You’re one with all,
And raise it brightly in your thought,
Before the ego has a chance to make you blind
As it marvels at itself, so hard it’s fought and lost
To know its beauty’s true,
You’ll see what I have seen since time began:
The love I see in you.
Is it you or me that makes my heart thus sing?
Or some other precious thing?
No, I’m not alone in holding you in high esteem.
The very air I breathe also has you in it.
You will taste it too in just another minute.
Don’t hold back, relax your belly, take it in.
You are beautiful now and have always been.
And when you’re old and dying this will still be true.
And even after, in the leaves of trees still not even seeds.
They will be me and they will be you.
And thus your beauty will never die.
But first you have to see it fly.
And when you do, don’t cry.
Till I’m with you there to wipe your eye.