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Poetry

Love: A Poem Series

Hands

People always talk about how when you’re holding the hand of the one you love, both hands fit perfectly. The fingers intertwine in such a way that it’s hard to tell where one hand ends and the other begins. I’ve heard it compared to holding your own hand – the two are one in the same, so when you clasp your hands together they collide to make a perfect whole.

But then I held your hand.

And suddenly mine didn’t fit the same anymore. Suddenly my hands found a new perfect, and what once worked so well no longer served a purpose. It’s like my hands knew they weren’t meant to be together. They were meant for something more.

They were meant for you.

Lost and Found

 

Almost every summer my family makes the trip out to North Carolina for a week-long vacation. We’ve been doing this practically every year since I was two or so, yet every year is filled with its own unique sense of adventure. When I was around the age of 15, I was sitting on a the pier closest to where we were staying and I had just taken a break from drawing in the little notebook I carried with me everywhere I went. As I was just watching the waves and the people on the shore and the seagulls flying overhead, not really thinking about anything in particular, a fisherman looked over at me and asked if I was alright.

“I’m sorry?” I asked in return.

“Darlin’, you look like a lost soul if I’ve ever seen one.”

I think I just kind of smiled and assured the man I was alright, just enjoying my time on the pier, but to be honest I don’t really remember what I said to him. But I never forgot what he said to me.

I remember that summer being a tough one for me – I went through a lot of personal challenges and I know I struggled quite a bit, so when that man said I looked like a lost soul I couldn’t help but wonder how right he was. I definitely felt lost, but I was astounded that a stranger noticed it as well.

It’s been nearly five years and I still think about what that man said to me on a regular basis. “You look like a lost soul…” practically plays on repeat in my head some days. I still wonder about the truth attached to that statement – about how lost I feel every once in a while (because let’s be honest, we’re all lost souls sometimes). But when I think back to my trip to the beach about a month ago, and I think about when I was standing on the pier next to three of my best friends – two from college, one from home – and about the week I had just had, I know ‘lost’ was the last word I would use to describe what I was feeling. Maybe I didn’t know exactly where I stood in life, but I knew what direction I was headed and to me, it was the right direction, and that’s all it takes to feel a little less lost, right?

Maybe I’m still a lost soul, but I like to think I’m a lost soul who’s a little more confident in her journey.

Seasons

 

We’re taught that there are seasons

Like winter

Summer

Fall

And spring

 

We’re told that we should love them

Because of the wonders that they bring

 

Winter brings cold

With snow that gleams and shines

While Summer brings the heat

From a sun that feels so fine

 

Fall brings cozy sweaters

And kids in costume on Halloween

Then spring brings a breath of life

And opens our eyes to the beauty that should be seen

 

There are seasons of our life

Like there are seasons of the earth

The seasons of our lives

Are unpredictable from birth

 

We can only guess

What season we’re in

Be it winter, summer, spring, or fall

But they each bring some clarity

To help us understand

The purpose behind our call

 

I do not know

What season I’m in

And I could probably never tell you

When it started or when it will end

 

But I have learned to laugh

And I have learned to dream

I have learned to appreciate

The little things

 

But after all I have learned

Be it good or bad

Learning to love

Is a skill that I lack

 

I know what Love is

And I know that it’s there

And I know my heart is full of it

Ready to be shared

 

But perhaps I am in winter

Or maybe even fall

A season where life is waiting

And beauty will soon cover all

 

I am not sad about this

Because I know the breath will come

And just like the warmer season

Life will flourish under the sun

 

I feel the heat already

And I can see the beauty coming near

But for now I will enjoy the season I’m in

Because I know God’s timing will be clear

 

 

Us

 

Where does love come from?

And what does it do?

Does it make us feel?

Or is that simply a side effect of it?

Does it make us act?

Or is that just another biproduct?

Maybe love isn’t a matter of what it is

Where it comes from

Or what it does

Because we are love

Love is in us

And love is us

The search for it is endless

Because we’re searching for ourselves

The desire for it is everlasting

Because we are desiring ourselves

Love is

Was

And always will be

Who we are

 

 

Author: Erin Brock
Email: erin.brockk@gmail.com
Author Bio: Just a girl with a passion, a person with a heart for others, and a blogger with a desire to share her thoughts.

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