Now comes the long blue cold
And what shall I say but that some
Bird in the tree of my heart
The same heart that only yesterday
Was a room shut tight, without dreams.
Isn't it wonderful the cold wind and
Spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.
There is a saying that is often in my head, “surprised by love.” I don’t know why love should be a surprise, because the world is so beautiful. I forget though. One moment thoughts are all dark and gloom, and then, and let me say it, through grace love arises. Like the sun ever faithful, love will come again.
Sometimes though relief comes not soon enough. As the pain tortures us cold disconnection seems everlasting. But just when you think you can’t take it anymore, love’s sorrow does its work to open the heart. In this case it’s not like a picklock, but more like a thief dynamiting a safe.
Let me today blow up the allusion of safety, exploding my heart so that love and beauty may be enter freely.
When have you been surprised by love?