Love pierces the most solumn of hearts.
Tears through the tumbles of bones
Digs into the marrow of the soul’s own way.
It taunts the places that resist it most…
The tender pink underbelly
Of pulsing-with-life-giving organs of time.
Love is brutally kind.
It teases the truth from us
And dashes our hopes on the stones of decay
It winds its way up each vertebra
And gushes back down again.
Whispering songs of truth through every slick crevice.
Barreling through dark tunnels
Of each unkempt mortal,
Cavernous inside place.
Until love has spun itself
Into sacred union with the mysteries
Of the great beyond.
~Wendy Brink
Love Coaching With Wendy 