Chalice

I'm thinking of my obsession with the night sky and how if I could, I'd drink its elixir and save a cup for the morning sun. I'm thinking of the families missing each other across miles, divides, war zones. It makes me feel like the universe opens up possibility where none have been, and the wind carries away fears and needs only to deliver breathless freedom. Oh, yes. Give me the night sky...

I think of all the ways that I love and all the reasons why I love. I want to take the very essence of the word and protect it from the manner in which it can be abused. I want love to be unfettered, unbound, unbroken. I want love to punctuate desire, flow like liquid sensuality when it meets its reflection in another soul. I want it to swell and crescendo in palpable recognition when spirit meets fire and emotion is exchanged.

I want the words when uttered, to never be used for anything other than what they should. No pretenders. No cowardice in masking language like, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me. Do you still love me? Or saying, I love you, only to ease the delivery of disappointment or pain.

And oh, to not perpetuate its abuse by using it as an expression merely to end conversation. I want love to remain untouched. To be valued in not only its form but to retain its meaning. It is an endearment of the most sacred order. It is tender. Love says, Goodbye. Love says, Your soul speaks to Mine. Loves says, Forever.

I want love to make me tremble every time I feel its power and I want to give love so that others feel the same. To make it theirs and to have it be mine. Unmarred, untried, unselfish.

Universal, cherished...Lasting through Time.  

- This Carman Girl