LOVE IS ON THE TABLE

4E8DDD8C-C70C-465E-9B3F-FA5B9609FF46You recall a cabin on the edge of town
in woods of alder and oak

There were big windows on every side
and a porch stretched around
like a loose fitting belt
just barely keeping things in

sometimes it was a stepping stone to the world
and sometimes it was a moat keeping things out

You recognize it
because it was your house
and a life was built there
once upon a time

And on the porch you recall
there was an old table
crooked, but round and steady

And Love was on the table
resting shiningly

and whenever the front door cracked open
it flooded in like dawn

Sometimes you noticed—
other times not

Each morning you raced to all the Theres
trying to earn your belongingess
of an eager world wanting proof

And when you returned later
the porch and the table
were still there

and when you cracked the door
to the home you built

sometimes you noticed
the light pouring in and sometimes not

When dusk settled in
for its daily prayer

Love became the moon
illuminating parts of the cabin
that even the sun can’t reach

and flowed through the window
silhouetting a figure curled up
before the fireplace—
a dog or a wolf—
your memory isn’t clear

But then a particular morning came
after a long, winter night—
that kind that is both cold and cozy
and full of memories and rest and safety—
a morning that greeted you differently than others.

You remember because the door wouldn’t close
and after a while you didn’t want it to close

abhorring a vacuum
the light couldn’t help itself
and went swimming through all the rooms

and instead of rushing to all
the Theres of the world
you paused on the porch
noticing something
out of the corner of your soul

And pulling a chair
up to that crooked table

you broke your fast
and had a morning meal with Love
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🌏One of 75 poems in my book Re-Membering: Poems of Earth and Soul, published by Wild Nature Heart Press, available on Amazon. 🤠🙏

2 thoughts on “LOVE IS ON THE TABLE

  1. This is one of my favorite poems in your first book.

    Diane

    On Thu, Feb 14, 2019 at 9:33 AM Rumi and the Shadow wrote:

    > Ryan Van Lenning posted: “You recall a cabin on the edge of town in woods > of alder and oak There were big windows on every side and a porch stretched > around like a loose fitting belt just barely keeping things in sometimes it > was a stepping stone to the world and sometimes it wa” >

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