I Have No Choice
When the wounds in me
yearn
for your
healing words
healing vision
healing touch
And in your separateness
I feel that your
medicine is not
magic
I have no choice
But to realize that I was always married to Love
When I worship not what lives in you
lives through you
but try to worship
just
you
in your humanness
my prayers fall short
And then
I have no choice
But to
kneel
and become a devotee to Love
When in moments of discord
and my desire to
please you
is at war
with my need to
protect
myself
When my need to be right
is at war
with my heart’s
fear
of being abandoned
I have no choice
But to ask Love what she wants
When you are gone
And there is
a hole
in my heart
that is shaped like you
And my hands
grab
but can grasp
nothing
but the
empty space
once filled by your
body
the familiar
feel
smell
sound of your laughter
I have no choice
But to gently pour into that space
Love
And know that that’s all there ever was
