I’ve written out word after word for you,
put down hope beyond hope
on paper,
silently pleading with you,
and simultaneously my dreams,
to listen, to hear, to understand.
For months my tears fell out aimlessly driven
and guided by my misled heart.
And now the tears
and heaviness of emotion
that burden my heart substantially
have somehow found a deeper and honest purpose.
If I told you, “You are loved”
you would think it was coming solely from my mouth.
But love is not in and of itself exclusive
to our two hearts.
It is fully encompassed and given
complete meaning in the two syllables
of the name known to your tongue
and soul in a place that lacks completion.
If my words and hopes alone were
enough to sustain life, we would be
living in an obsolete reality.
I tell you now, you are loved,
but it is not the depth of my heart
that gives those words meaning.
It is much deeper than that.
The deep of the deep
that exists in the heart that holds your heart,
that heart that holds creation together.
