Triumph Of Human Love Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes

What is this freedom he speaks of?
A love that lets the spirit soar?
To feel it brings one liberty,
Or so I’m told by he who speaks
As if he’s held divinity within his hands.

I’ve searched inside my hollow self
To find a hidden memory seed,
That nurtured by devotion’s power
Will grow into this wondrous tree
With branches filled with luscious fruits
To feed this famished soul with gifts
Of wisdom, heart and joy of life.

But what of love, O what of love?

Not found upon those limbs to taste,
I‘m still aground, not free to fly.
So speak to me, O sage of self.
Where can I find this so-called love?

It’s where you say? The depths of me?
Not in the fruits that grace the tree
But found within the roots thereof?
It birthed the wisdom, heart and life?

Then how is it I cannot soar
If held within my very soul?
An axe has carved into the trunk?
It stopped the flow of precious sap
That nourishes what we speak of?

So I must tap into the roots
If I’m to gain that cherished gift
And know the freedom in the words
Of he who understands and knows
The triumph of this human love.