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Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love

The noise of my life is still sleeping,
and the self beneath myself enters the room.
I say, I hope I’ve not abandoned you,
my better brother. He says, no — I’m here 
all the time to invite you back home. 
Here is a mind without fear and a heart 
that opens like a night blooming cereus.
The war is over, and your brokenness
is a door you are invited to pass through
into a love uncontained and everywhere.
The woman has beckoned you to enter.
A rivulet that finds its way to the river.


Copyright 2019 Doug Anderson

Photo by Doug Anderson

One comment on “Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love

  1. Annie Dalton
    February 14, 2019

    Thank you. I loved this poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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