Such a piece of love

Poem by Angela Arnold

On the first real day, right at the beginning,
Love smashed into pieces (designed
like that, God’s truth: made for it).

The resulting pieces properly uneven: some
cumbersome, some edgy, sharp. A few rounded,
for easier handling. Many small enough to fit

small hands. Questing fingers continue
to find them. Hearts will go on
scanning the horizon for just one, often

for long, thirsty stretches. At times quite
in vain – and there’s the splintered God’s Love
nature of love for you.

Until you wake one day, feel it
pumping out like the only
possible reply
to a request you never
even made: there.

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