Three thoughts

I'm a weird bird with no pretty plumage

and hard to love

But you do. 

And every time you say I love you

I'm surprised anew.

Why is it so hard to believe

We are loved?

In my believing moments

I want to tell my children

God is like a mother.

Because love I have learned.

Love surpasses.

But I am a child

with fears inside,

and many moments

when I hide.

The heart is small,

with achy bits,

but the heart has power

that goes beyond

the fear and pain,

and always returns

to Love again.

What's the point in walking around

Keeping in shape

Taking care of myself 

-I'll do it for the ones I love!

But you will lose them

-I'll never forget how I loved them!

But you may grow old and forget.

-But this one thing will be true forever:

I LOVED I LOVED I LOVED

I am confused

But it's holy confusion

Because I am trying to find in it God.

I see that letting go

may send me spinning but

That's where the leading has led.

If I say I can't say

If I know I can't know more
Than a child who knew mother,

A mother who loved children more

Than the deepest sea farthest world highest of mountains?

I cling to the hope of love,

Let go of me.

Old Woman's Thoughts on Valentine's Day

To my ex young man,

Young lover from the past

When we were smiles

And our hearts beat fast

From what we felt:

Now we're slowing down

And it's stairs make us pant

More than sexy nightgown.

What I want to say,

It's what it always was:

Only, the decades passing

Multiply the buzz;

Though mirrors surprise

Us with aging parts,

The years touched, but increased

The love that fills out hearts.