When We Meet
I’ll not meet you side the highway,
Nor in the halls of commerce,
Where serenity and quiet,
Have no home … nor can be found.
I’ll reserve for us a table,
With a window on the Bayside.
Softly draped, with cloth of linen,
Weaved by noble Peasant hand.
We will sup with wine by locals.
Label known not to the merchant.
We will dine on fare from labours,
Of attentive, gentle care.
We'll be slow about our speaking.
Of each other we are learning.
Of each other are becoming,
More as One ... no more, the Twain.
We are learning, and accepting,
All that is our inner Beings.
All within us … all that makes us …
All defining who we are.
Can we cling to, save, this moment?
Can we hold it to our bosom?
Will it nurture and uphold us?
When our outside worlds, we face?
‘Tis most certain that we cannot.
For life’s swirling all about us.
This, the fledgling bond between us …
Life would pull and tear apart.
So please meet me, ere you wander,
In your busy life and duty,
At our table … by that window.
Where our Union knits, once more.
John-Michael
25 February 2008
Revised & Retitled 3 May 2009
18 comments:
ah, now that's the way to savor the presence of a friend, slowly, meaningfully. just a beautiful scene.
I am now smiling a big smile of delight at your embracing of the Image offered. Thank you, Lime, My Darling, for 'joining' me.
Lovingly ...
Beautifully written and shared...the imagery a gift to toast...*clink
I find myself stilled ... Joni, My Darling ... with the thought of You and Me sharing in such an encounter. Such a blissful consideration. I do love You so!
With a grateful Heart ...
Such a languid, rocking motion to your words. I especially love "Where our Union knits once more." What beautiful images this conjures. Thank you for this.
This does indeed weave & flow beautifully, John-Michael.
I do sense that deep union of two as One, yet the world is somewhat cruel and carries with it such responsibility, that can prevent that precious union from developing to its fullest potential. Unless, of course, the two receive those moments with grace, and accept them fully, knowing they are fleeting, knowing they are just 'moments'...
lovely and sad words...
~Calli
This reminds me of those wonderful dating days ... and reminds me of what I need to aspire to a continuance of with my spouse! Thank you, John-Michael!
With so much going on in people's lives and most of it not good, a meeting and chance to "sit and savor one's company" would be a delightful thing.
I am grateful for your encouraging and supportive reflections on this piece, My Darling Suza. And equally grateful for your request that I post it again.
Lovingly ...
With the Realities of all of those, potentially erosive, elements of life, attacking the Possibilities held within a precious, Fledgling Union ... I find beauty, encouragement, and even an almost sacred Truth, in the eternally resilient quality, of even the most fleeting, of genuinely known Moments. I know such moments (though, by definition, only "virtually") each time your Presence, My Most Dear Calli, visits me.
Lovingly ...
Your comment and freely recognized Awareness, gives my Soul a ray of Springtime-worthy brightness, Precious Cori Lynn. My Spirit celebrates this understanding of happy Moments yet-unfolded in the Life-Union of You, and your fortunate Spouse.
Lovingly ...
The potentials and possibilities held within the Promise, of our future sharing, of just such a Moment, gives my Heart a light and happy smile, My Dearest NiteByrd. I eagerly anticipate our future crossing of this shared State and celebration of our treasured Friendship. I do love You, Ya know!
Lovingly ...
Gosh, that's absolutely BEAUTIFUL dear JM! I will toast with a good class of white zin. When I read this thought of a huge table with you and all of us friends from blog land, and the laughter we'll share with one important common ground, LOVE and YOU! I so appreciated you coming over and visiting me I thought to myself "My friend John Michael came by!" O I didn't mention I see all of us Paris!
Hugs~
Annette
Beautiful.
We can bring our spirit of Paris with us to our gathering, Dearest Annette. And I gladly return your loving Toast. "Salute!"
Lovingly ...
Thank You, Sweet Morrow.
Lovingly ...
That's lovely John-Michael! I especially like the last part:
"Can we cling to, save, this moment?
Can we hold it to our bosom?
Will it nurture and uphold us?
When our outside worlds, we face?
‘Tis most certain that we cannot.
For life’s swirling all about us.
This, the fledgling bond between us …
Life would pull and tear apart."
Thank you for sharing and thanks to the person(people) who requested it.
Kim
Ah, Kim, My Darlin' ... I am so pleased that you know some particular enjoyment in that all-too-real element of this Bit. You have given me a smile of camaraderie in our sharing it.
Lovingly ...
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