enough love

Enough Love
Love a wound to the soul that does not heal
But only grows in the absence of the one
Until we release it with a prayer on the lips
Or rejoin in the reunion that was meant to be
To stand looking at the seas as one, knowing
Cupped protectively in your Father’s hands
Where imagination is free to take a stand
For me or any other man to recreate union
Throughout the land streams of conscjousness
Streams of love, streams of enduring sacredness
Gently the rains fall from the open hands
Carl James

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