Desire rests at ease in the heart.

Say next to holiness is the will thereto,
And next to love is the desire for love,
The desire for its celestial ease in the heart,
Which nothing can frustrate, that most secure,
Unlike love in possession of that which was
To be possessed and is.

by Wallace Stevens
“An Ordinary Evening in New Haven.”

We wander in wonder
seeking love in possession.

Desire is the built path
we travel
hoping love resides
in that distant castle.

Or we find companionship and,
not knowing our own intent,
trust this is raising ground,
the magic sprout,
lifting us,
together,
into the distant, unseen, castle

Were life that easy
would we not turn our backs?
Climb a different mountain?

We dream and yearn.
Seek possesion of our life,
our rightful castle

While inward we hear
dimly, silently
the intuition
there is no possesion of love.
What is possessed is something else
of far less value.

With no measure known
Love is spread around us.
It is the raising ground.

We be blessed if
we find another
lifted next to us;
building the same castle,
desiring as we do
what we craft
day by day.
We wander then
in wonder,
in companionable desire,
as we climb real mountains.

RD Savage
08/21/05
© 2005


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