It is
Such
A thick stew
Noticing
The love
In every
Single
Thing
That we
All
Do
Heart
Tender
Enter
The world
Of a million
Nerve endings
Feeling the
Fragile weight
Of morning
Dew
Look for the love
You will always find it
The question is
Have we aligned it
With what is
Or stowed it
Away
For another moment
Another day
Unaware
Of how it withers
And poisons the
Soul’s soil
With the waste
Taste
The blood’s iron
On the tongue
Washed
With the salt
Of soft tears
Let them fall
Let them mix
Isn’t this
The crux
If all of us
Who
In the Finite
Exist
Well
It is a fine
Night
To lay
Splayed
On the floor
Realize
That this heart pumps
Blood
As well as gold
Pray
For strength
As these old
Arms
Stir
Stir
Stir
The stew
Infuse
Love
Into every thing
That I
Say
See
And do