Hello friend! Welcome back to this magical and mystical place of healing and love! (I hope that doesn't sound completely ridiculous! Please let me know if it does!)
I hope you had a wonderful weekend. And I pray that your week is off to a fantastic start!
I have always admired (okay, envied) those who can create a truly heartfelt love poem. But nearly every time I've sat down to write one, it's felt contrived and disingenuous, and it ended up buried in my notes, never to see the proverbial light of day.
But this weekend, the first line of this poem sprang into my mind while driving (as I find so often happening!), and I decided to give it another go.
As the words flowed smoothy from the source, like 20-year-old scotch whiskey, I realized what I had actually written was a country song - one about the joys and trials that come with an enduring love. So I'm sharing it with you, along with my best attempt to vocalize the melancholic yet hopeful song I hear in my hopelessly romantic heart.
I hope you like it. And if I get a really great response, maybe I can show it to my daughter and get her to accompany me on guitar!
A Patchwork Love
Sometimes I feel you’re a million miles away.
Sometimes it seems like we’re doomed to be apart.
Sometimes I feel like this patchwork love’s our fate.
Sometimes I wish I had the words to heal this heart
Of ours.
Sometimes I dream things would go back as they were.
Sometimes I wish all the scars would disappear.
20 years have gone and it’s all just been a blur.
How I long my love to hold you near
Once more.
(Chorus)
Ours is a patchwork love,
not a perfect one.
Threadbare and worn with age.
Threads of memories fair
Each year a patchwork square
Still our patchwork love remains.
I remember when it only took a touch
And the world would simply melt away
Then it seemed our ball went in the rough
What else could I offer? What else could I say
to you?
I remember when our love it seems so strong
Nothing at all could ever tear it down
But now I ask, where did we go wrong?
How do I draw a smile from a frown
so blue?
(Chorus)
Ours is a patchwork love,
not a perfect one,
Threadbare and worn with age.
Threads of memories fair
Each year a patchwork square
Still our patchwork love remains.
How do we get out from under all this guilt?
Growing old with you was all that I dreamed of.
Each year a scrap in this patchwork quilt.
When will you see the beauty of this love
We made?
With all that we’ve shared
You’ll never hear these words
that you’re my ball and chain.
Through all the joy and fear
Through so many years
Still our patchwork love remains.
(Chorus)
Ours is a patchwork love,
not a perfect one.
Threadbare and worn with age.
Threads of memories fair
Each year a patchwork square
Still our patchwork love remains.
Thanks so much for reading, listening and sharing this with a friend!
I hope it resonated, and you find something to think about, and to bring with you to your relationships, with newfound energy to renew them and make them beautiful!
As my good friend
so perfectly and beautifully stated in the post below:"Each of us has a heart-womb for birthing peace"
And I hope that you will experience the joy of that creation.
I think these are beautiful lyrics! I hope you can convince your daughter to get her guitar out and join you.
<3 Thank Aaron for the shoutout for the heart womb and for the complexity of our human expressions of love! We are all one, yet in all our brokenness (perceived) may we find the compassion to birth a compassion that includes all and births a paradigms of peace in all our kinships with one another, with Gaia, with our place in the Universes of Sophia Christs's Limitless playful form!