Dear Daughters

I don’t know how I came crashing out of the heaven I’d imagined, into the heaven I should have always known? Dear daughters, you’ve been waiting for some dim light to come flickering from behind my glimmer.

I am coming around to who I am by getting to know you. My Love of you resembles our climb- looks as if a snow might come and anoint the sweltering soil.

Might an army have been being assembled long before I was even a thought, a me, an I? Enough of me, what of Love? Stop!

Love came back to me, assembled into a single thought, before me, you, and I?

Children, I will love you evermore.

What have I not yet recognized of myself in you that is something other than Love?

Let us begin…

© 2011 by mark prime