A Lover’s Call ( after Kahlil Gibran )

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of      
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.”        
        
Conjoined by an eternal world        
beyond the ethereal veil        
through human birth;          
       
Love doesn't discover anyone        
within boned sinew; it's innate  
calling many, choosing few—      
those ready for the threshing floor;        
       
it's blanket affirmation        
activates when kindred are close        
sans any tangible proof        
or intelligent reason        
       
Souls contain centuries—        
déjà vu stirring direction          
from kingdoms past        
toward those to come;        
       
Spring is swollen scarlet—        
her poppies flying        
a parade together         
and funeral apart;        
       
seeds root, survive—          
multiply thereafter        
       
as does all planetary life        
delivered into the hands of Love        
prior to natural extinction;        
       
drawing closer than ever to God        
until death carries us all home—          
each in their own due course        
and self-appointed time        
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