The Olive Grove

Love falls beneath the black moon

Severing ties once so richly made

The night sky is starless once again

And as the inky clouds give birth to a stunning dawn

No pleasure will she find through heavy eyelids

He does not know that love was complete

And as she remembers him

She understands the captivation

That led her...alone...to the olive grove

She breaks a branch of comfort there

Hoping to find a resting place with him

Anywhere in time~

Yet...what comes to mind?

Loving does not hold a record of wrongs

If it is pure as was said so often

Her entire life has been lived for this moment...

A time of reconciliation with her soul

And deep examination of conscience

Came to life in the olive grove today...

She had been made redundant

She had made him redundant

That should have been the end of their perfect day

But love has a mind of its own

Meandering softly through the blindness of abhorrence

Leaving messages of hope

Creating wishful thinking of renewal

There is a place in all hearts for true love

Recognising it is not difficult

Making a home for it is easy

But trying to maintain the momentum

We wind up with a deadlock of false/stubborn pride...

It is not God who creates the cesspools of life

They are man made by those who should know better...