Bending to Love
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We have bent to love
as a twig bends to
the weight of a leaf.
Together
we have felt the brush of wind,
learned where ripples
breathe under boulder,
listened to the sounds
of a forest growing.
. . .
This poem reminds us that love is about bending or dying to self. The twig bends as we have bent to love. The paradox of dying to live!