Love Thoughts are Green Things
Love thoughts are green things growing in the garden of the brain
Under the sun of smiles, in the moisture of metaphysical rain:
One peppers your blood, another cucumbers your heart,
Others stalk your heels in proud rows of corn,
Some trail along your skin juicy as strawberries in a patch,
Others point your eye skyward in steeples of asparagus.
And then there is the thought of the hands that planted the seeds,
And then plucked the fruit, and the tongue that tasted them:
Peopling gods cavorting in the garden, expelled for wonderlust,
Rebelling against the very thought that created them,
Lovers bury their heads to quash all these rioting thoughts.
Love thoughts of the ultimate fruit in its ripe fullness
And the cycle and the sun and the rain—
All that unrequited love.
from Singing in the Silence: Poems of Faith