Catching the L-WordsAn Epithalamium

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Catching the L-Words

(an epithalamium)

Who can explain connection? The yes and the no of it: one thread chosen from a multitude of tangling possibilities, one thought leaping between two minds, one football kicked in the air, a heart falling, into hands held open to catch. Collision’s consequence.

Could it be happy? This chance? This collision? Do you believe? In the L-words? Not loser, not two-timing low-life, but L – L – L … Laughter, that bubbling overflow, the body caught in the moment of delight, sounding out its involuntary, infectious response—the glory of giggles. L – L – L  … Long may you live in the lift of laughter, the liberating reprieve of levity, its liquid lightness.

When sorrow comes (and it will), when the story spirals out of control, when the words snap, when the bed is cold, when the balls cannot be caught, when the phone is slammed down and the screen shatters into a thousand echoing fragments of regret, may you fall into L – L – L … Love, that longsuffering thing that turns up, like God, when you least expect it, when all is lost, when there is nothing more you can do.

Don’t let go of love. Let it circle you like the rings that you wear. It is the single thing that can carry you through calamity’s cataclysm, that can turn the stories of your scars towards hope, that can bear you, shining and whole, through death’s door, into that invisible world that waits for us, where justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.

May your longings always lead you to lasting landings.

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13 comments on “Catching the L-WordsAn Epithalamium

  1. Your poetry flows like gold liquid, warming the heart and soul.
    I am sure the wedding was wonderful. Please congratulate David and Mikala.

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