Love Under Will

This Life would simply seem a whirlwind fantasy

If it were not for the History inherent,

The Time-Bound wisdom and knowledge.

This Heart would ring in fools paradise,

Proclaiming the Virtue of all and nothing,

But for the discernment of my minds eye, the courage of my conviction.

And Today would be a Gods wet dream

Were it not for the torment

Of Yesterday and Tomorrow,

For Love would live so Perfect

Were it not for the Prophet

Who speaks in error.

And I too may be quick to praise the Gods

For all our Worldy treasures, for all our living gifts,

Were it not for the Beauty of these mortal hands

That did so daringly, in Grace and Folly,

Lay down the Stele and the law,

and bless the face of human kindness.

Loves sweet intoxication, divine holds our futures dear,

But Love is fickle, hasty and rash -

It is only the Will of mortal man

That pays for Life in Work and coldhard Cash.

For you, My Love, I would pay the Gods a thousand thanks

But for the roads we build by these mortal hands.

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering" ~ St. Augustine

Written for Love, Life and Amelia.