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Romance Novels
Why won't love come to me?
Every bird and beast I see
Has a mate so it may breed
But I was meant to be lonely
Forever after poetry
And happy bluebird joyfully sings
The romance novel gibberish
Will never ever apply to me
God did not intend for me
To on this Earth be happy
So I have come to realize and see
That love will never come to me
If I could reach across the miles, to you, open hand full of leaves from the forest, and a panoply of wonder for you, I would..., I do. Yes. I do.
Here, in this nursing home, recovering from serious back surgery, I offer you a gift of elegance and grace, as if there were no miles, no distance, nothing preventing. The ancient wise ones knew this truth. Ananda - there is only joy in the heart of being. Such is this offering, this offertorium, this beatitude.
Go to any church (one that feels right) and just sit and look at the candles flickering and wait....,