I never saw her
eyes wander-
or judge.
They were steady
with trust.
And I trusted her.

They became her.
They were her clothing,
and I was her friend.

I need to trust her now
that the dice have been rolled
and it feels like gambling-
but it’s not.

She just loves
so many people,
different than me,
distant from me.

And when
the distance
the love

    • M
    • November 14th, 2005

    Leota. My mind runs to _Leota’s Garden_, by Francine Rivers. I have no idea if you have been reading that book or not, and it has been so long I don’t even remember it, but I remember an old woman, and I remember love. I remember feeling love. So it is with Leota. Love covers the multitudes.

    • c.l.beyer
    • November 15th, 2005

    Different Leota, but same love. 🙂

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