wait for the one who meditates your syllables in silence

Carla M’s new poem moves you. Well, moves you to inaction at any rate (though true love is a thing of action). She preaches patience from the pulpit of hope and reminds us that there are things beyond a pretty smile and charming words. That love is less about I want you and more about how they’ll feel inside.

Wait for it.

Even for those of us who think we might have already found It – the one who will look through the hill and see only your face in the trees – these words are a whisper of gratitude, a reminder of the way the universe had conspired to end our waiting.

Namaste, Carla M, namaste.