Sitting with you on our verandah
Amidst a jungle of ferns, palms
And emotions
Looking out over the tops of red roofed houses
Across to the ocean
We sit together on our rough hewn hardwood chairs
Talking, laughing
And for me
Loving beyond all earthly comprehension of the word
Easing the lacerating despair I felt for too long
As beautiful as it is, it’s not the landscape
That causes my heart to expand and tighten
At the same time
In the quintessential spiritual experience
Of love
Could my heart have been unlocked
To receive this beauty
Before I met my soul in you?
We have met before in lives beyond this one
It doesn’t matter that you don’t feel the same just yet
It doesn’t matter if you never feel the same
My love
It only matters that I do at this moment
That’s just the way it is
For a mother
Elizabeth Russell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-view-from-our-verandah/
