Press Your Love Deep

Consider for a moment dying, often

Consider finding a treasure, invaluable, beautiful, and giving it away

Consider your 8 to 5 job, your 10 to 7 sleep, laugh

And choose to work always and sleep during your breaks

Consider cold coffee, cold food, warm milk

 

Watch your body expand and contract

Watch the lines around your eyes

Watch when you no longer want to

Watch because it is what you do

 

Cry because your body is fire and joy and the shunning of the garden

Cry for you are blessed among women

Cry when what you have is grown and growing and parting and moving on

Cry, smiling at the thrill of gladness and downcast about the gravity of sorrow

 

Laugh, oh sweet woman, laugh!

Laugh because all that you have is a mere drop in the bucket

Laugh for the swift feet and small hands and burbling lips

Laugh into the arguments, the slamming doors, the long nights

Laugh because the joy set before you, you have endured

 

Remember he who flung the planets, whose love made a way back, aches for you.

Remember the pain, so quickly followed by elation at a fragile naked frame on your chest

Remember that the stretched skin and the lines are jewels

Remember to remember, but remember to press on and press into

 

Press into the shelter of His wing

Press on towards the next thing, the next chapter in a wonderful story

Press drying palms into the soft grass and lower your face enough to breathe the wet, the growing, the oft cut and always returning

Press your love deep, know that it finds its way there no matter what

 

Jake Nuckolls
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2 Comments

  1. It’s a sweet idea that is hard to live out. It should be “whose,” not “who’s,” I think. Thanks for sharing.

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