Jason Stutz - Love

There is something all the world
waits for, pacing in lazy circles
groaning through their days

passing by acquaintances in soft circles of time
they lift their heads, place their hand on someone’s shoulder
strive with me, they say.


There is something Jesus died for.
All else be damned, but this, let this alone
be unextinguished from this hateful world;


it is something men and women imitate the motions of
with each other;

and it is something mother’s have holding a new born son:
something mystifies them beyond time, self, all previous or future existence:
'This, this love, this body, this being who in my hands now gently coos,
oh, perfect trust, oh, Lord, let me be more gentle than any thing ever;

let me be a garden, that he as a result might grow.
If my body interferes, cut me off from your tree.'

Jason Stutz

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