How do You Hold Your Love
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her from stillness,
with nowhere to go,
with nothing to do?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her with acceptance,
with open hands and arms,
with unabashed surrender?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her from wholeness,
with an all-encompassing embrace,
with your heart as wide as the world?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her with wonder,
with an interest and eagerness to understand her,
with a selfless and undivided worship?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her with understanding,
with humility drawn from your own poverty,
with compassionate ears and devoted hands?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her without words,
yet sow your voice and your pen
from the thread of her voiceless whispers?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her in tranquility,
hold her tears in the same well
from which you pull her joy?
How do you hold your love?
Do you hold her not as possession,
but as friend and trusted guide,
as a reflection of your Self?
How do you hold your Love?
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