Now Poem by Mari Martin

My eyes seemed like pools
fed by the springs of aloneness
constantly flowing into their endless depths.

When I was young, I welcomed Love
with all it's newness and life.
I prayed for it to find me.

Now, as I sit alone
with the scars from it's knife
I wait for them to heal.

When I was young, my heart longed for Love
with all it's passion fire.
I searched for it.

Now, as I sit alone
with the fear of it's flames
I feel the coolness of life's waters
begin to extinguish the pain of it.

When I was young,
my body ached for the touch of Love.
I yearned for the feel of it
upon my skin.

Now, as I sit alone
with rememberances
I smile
waiting for the healer's hand
who has shown me
What Love truely is.