Thursday, January 11, 2018

Love’s Not the Imagined

By Jen Hunt
Written on February 4, 2017 as a Gift for my Soul Keeping companions: Ellen, Bonnie, Karen, Peg, Laura, and Holly. Given with a wooden dish brush.

Love is more an act than a feeling,
Less swoon or sigh than potato peeling--
It transforms vile chores into reverie,
Dishwashing into soul company.
What are bowls and cups, plates and grime
But steady invites to the sublime?
Heaven begins not far from the brink
Of the suds and dins of your kitchen sink.
Dish towels and brushes are soon set aside.
What’s carried out with love abides--
An eternal store, which shall never be wasted,
Love’s not the imagined, but the tried and tasted.




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