You’ll know it.
It’s like a thousand birth cries at once.
It’s the crests of a million milky waves across
A glorious earth.
It pulls you up and it puts you down.
Where everything is brighter, golder, sweeter,
lighter.
Blowing winds and pulses higher,
Skipping all the spaces that made your life
a waiting shell.
Love, like a giant hot star, comes gliding
across your horizon.
You’ll know at that hour finally, in
someone else’s heart, you are at home.
This poem just isn’t complete without this story:
This is a poem I kind of bumped into at a service retreat Called Project Youth II. I was just beginning writing at the time And I was at a table writing, so far unsucessfully, about my feelings toward my girlfriend at the time. Mindy Roth, another girl on the retreat saw that I was writing poetry, and had a copy of a poem that her dad wrote with her at the retreat. I asked her if I could read it and she said that would be fine. She took me over to her sleeping bag and picked the poem up off her bag. I read it and was amazed. Then Mindy told me something. (This is finally where I get to the point of all this.) She said that this poem was what her dad wrote as his marriage proposal. He had handed this to his wife to be, and when she finished reading, tears in her eyes and all, he asked her to marry him. In case you are wondering of course she said yes, how else would I have met their daughter!!