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Love

 

Love

 

Some people exude a loving energy

Like Mary

& you feel transformed

From your woes & spleen

& love is woken in you

 

They made no mistake when they named her

Light floods you when you’re with her

& though she struggles to find words

Now she’s 91 years old

She loves all the more

Like the unknowable name of God

 

Like that Indian girl

People would visit

To receive wisdom & healing

Just by her presence

She locates the good in me

& I feel so much better

About being alive

 

She reminds me

That I can play that role for others

That I can let go of the grief, the hurt

& let go of the rage

 

She reminds me of my mission

To bring truth & light

Through the darkness

& show the path to follow

For other lost people 

 

& that the love she exudes

Is as much a reflection of my love

That I had forgotten I possessed

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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