Recently I ran across a number of my older poems. This is one that intrigues me, still.
The Valley of Love
The past is the present, is the future, is past,
where all are first,
and none are last,
and roads that travel to different ends
lead us all to the Ancient Friend.
The steed of the Valley of Love is pain,
it opens the eye of thine inner being,
and lifts the heart to worlds above,
where love is love, is love, is love.
Doctor Grandma 
February 11, 2010 at 11:21 am |
a lovely poem , thanks for sharing it .
February 11, 2010 at 12:24 pm |
great flow.
i enjoyed reading this
February 12, 2010 at 12:53 pm |
Thank you so much! It’s always surprising when someone finds a poem in the midst of a blog.