Love Is What We Say It Is

Money is what we say it is

Paper or power or both

Life’s meaning is what we say it is

Winter’s stagnation or spring’s green growth

God is what we say it is

The center or nature or the all

The season is what we say it is

The heat of summer or cool colors of fall

Love is what we say it is

Passion or desire or hope that binds

Struggle is what we way it is

Something to overcome or accept in our minds

Rebirth is what we say it is

A continuation or the world born anew

The new year is what we say it is

May it ruminate quietly or speak in volumes through you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Postman

Doorbell rings who is it?

It is the postman once again

Postman what do you carry?

I bring you complications

And the dawn of a brand new day

I bring you salutations

From the voices of yesterday

Did you not expect it?

My deliveries are always on time

Could you not deduce that?

I would arrive at mornings chime

Looking at the postman

I can see jest in his eyes

He knows my years are more than a few

And I can see through his guise

You bring me what I did not expect

Maybe means to fill some needs

Or something from a past once wrecked

Maybe new growth from a bag of seeds

Mr. Postman I know enough of fate

To approach all things with doubt

I know there is never a clean slate

Nor a risk less route

But I shall not fear the unknown

That is just the same as being blind

Or disregard paths that are shown

Out of fear that they are not mine

Mr. Postman what speaks to you?

Tell me not I know it is pain

Mr. Postman you are not alone

And in each moment there can be gain

Bring me what you will sir

I am not afraid

Bring me what you will sir

Without calligraphy or masquerade

I know what you deliver:

Spirit always questing

Spirit always true

Spirit never breaking

Spirit always renewed

Spirit blind with sorrow

Spirit bound with pain

Spirit gently borrows

From the hearts small and subtle gains

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013