pages of incarnate love

I've heard it said that we all write our own story of love incarnate-

drawing out what that looks like.

some days mine looks like

blank space on

tear stained, unsustained pages

crossed out words-mistakes

my heart aches...

and I don't know what to say to you

so like me yet so different to.

I listen to your story, written in rainbow colours,

written in indigo and ink

of deepest blue.

it's only as I listen that I can hear

the thread of love- small but present,

weaving between the words

and 

I feel the celebration stir, premature

and 

turning over these tear stained pages,

these love-sustained pages,

I write...

write the anticipation, 

the celebration of long awaited rain

write this old lament sung over again

write down the mournful sound

write ground-hidden hope 

beneath my feet 

so I have somewhere to stand

as we are drawn together 

in (the pages of) incarnate love.