Saturday Poem:

The Problem with Love

The problem we have with love

is that when we see it coming from afar

we run to great it as an old friend.

Once it is safely snuggled in our arms

we treat it as another worthless possession.

Sometimes we take it for granted.

Sometimes we neglect it.

We may even treat it with uttermost contempt.

It is only when it moves away

that we realize it was a gift

from a Passing God.

Had we realize this from the start,

we would have welcome it as a rarity

and never believed it was ours

or permitted ourselves to treat it

with  common familiarity

for it is this habit

that offends the God

and pushes love away.

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Maria Mar (c)

New York City

November 4, 2003

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