To pause from love and take one’s break,
To fret alone, alone to shake,
To think about what’s there to make
And love not so for love’s own sake.
To rest the self and feel the space,
To love but once a many face,
To see how aimless is the chase
And bring to light the truthful trace.
To trust love’s purpose and its place,
To praise its whims with patient grace,
To draw the line, then to retrace
And faith in ease and life to place.
Notes From Afar 