nine love letters

originally published may 19, 2021

We create a home of flesh and bones-

souls made in love conceive souls

to love &

be loved.

Never a white picket fence to be found,

or a nine to five to sip the semblance of normal.

Instead

We court adversity

as we dance in the minefields together

hands held

tighter &

tighter-

always together

always gripping stronger.

We make friends with uncertainty

asking her if

she’ll be staying for tea or

imposing as a houseguest

overstaying

her welcome.

We craft beauty from the chaos

earnestly,

(albeit sometimes reluctant)

as if there was no other way

vision could be born

into this place of disarray.

We remember

that the grass is always greener where

we’ve planted it &

that choice is always an option &

that partnership requires ownership &

that we are sojourners to the

unfolding of our destiny.

and when the sun goes down,

on our home of flesh and bones

may we always hold fast and whisper

‘the greatest of these is love’.