The Learning Curve Poem by Marieta Maglas

My eyes can see
The light curve and
the variations in light intensity
From the binary stars.
The time becomes a phase.
I touch with my soul
The curve of love between us
Ephemerally being, I still believe in eternal.
I carry the new life.
The curve of love, like a painful river
Between death and life
I can swim in its water of faith and piety
To reach an understanding.
We are getting old
And all we can do
Is to deep-freeze our memories.
We learn to love.
Catholic and Orthodox,
Pentecostals and Baptists,
We learn that only love can change our souls,
We learn to become eternal.
I see the curve of the rainbow,
When the water droplets of the rain
Sent out colors at different angles.
The water droplets are prisms,
my eyes are prisms.
I understand why God made a promise
To the people
That 'never again shall there be
a flood to destroy the earth.'
The rainbow is the sign of His covenant.
And we ought to do the same thing-
to make promises to God.
Between the light,
the curve decomposed into rainbow colors
and the mobile marine blue curve
of the horizon,
God's tears
Falls to earth for our life.
I let the soul soar to the High,
And I remove the sin blocks
keeping me stuck.
I understand the primordial sin.
I know that we are descendants
Of Adam and Eve,
But we are also
God's sons and daughters.
I understand the learning curve.

Poem by Marieta Maglas