Balance

Love, like ocean

has its natural balance

Each patch of water

holds every impulse

of every wave around it

The one that’s rolling toward the shore

The one that’s drawing back across the sand

The one that crashed around the rocks

and is returning

The one that rippled down the sloping land

It moves with every one of them at once

No strife, no strain, no clash of time —

The calm absorbing of each motion passing through,

Steady relaying of each arc of truth

So love accommodates the waves

Waves of feeling, waves of yearning

Waves of hope sent out beyond awareness

Waves of care, outgoing and returning

Love can take no stand, form no opinion

Make no ploy, teach no lesson, put no spin on

Everything’s accounted for, though nothing tallied

Every balance level-true

Each impulse valued

Love needs no decision

as it spaciously makes place

for every true desire

And every grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 9, 2012