Love Ingrained
Under what weather
Do we seed our assurances
That love is ingrained?
A crop sown with forthright intention
And raised up of its own accord
To feed the masses
As if by rote
Under what weather
Do we seek shelter
In a sworn harvest
Bent on life
And suffused with the joy of being?
A graceless teeming
Of love ingrained
© H. Hennenburg, 9 March 2019
To R & H who love fiercely. ❤️
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Love must be nurtured after seeding, else the question
Happy Sunday
Muchlove
I kept reading these lines–there’s a warmth inherent in them that carries hope.
I’m heartened to remember that love is ingrained. It the natural human condition. Hallelujah!
So encouraging. The question and the first three lines are so well crafted.
Last night, my Piano Man and I were discussing the attitudes of certain people today–these particular individuals are being extra nice, which is… well, nice. We were wondering if the niceness will last, or if it’s a seasonal seed that doesn’t survive beyond the storm. I want love to be a perennial crop, one that can start in the wild or by design, but one that after it takes root never goes away.
If we are very lucky, we know that the love is there whatever the weather is up to. That ingrained love is bright enough to be beautiful decoration on sunny days, and warm enough to keep the cold from claiming full dominion.
Beautiful and great questions
Love is indeed ingrained. We just have to look for it!
Contemplative, indelible lines of poetry, that give pause. I particularly thought that the words: ‘under what season’ added to the layers of nuanced reflections that followed, in the case of both stanzas. THIS IS POETRY!
Questions it is worth us all asking ourselves, I think!
I love the reassurance your poem brings. It is a beautiful and heartfelt reminder that love is deep-rooted, persistent and fierce. Admirable writing!