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Eros and Aphrodite

For my beautiful Butterfly on Valentines Day.

 

Eros stands upon the tower wall.

 

Far below the city moves,

and the wheel turns gently on it’s path.

 

Determined to seek,

inspired to find.

His heart beats with one desire–

 

The vision of his sweet Aphrodite.

 

His gaze finds rest on a delicate sight,

dimly seen…through an open window.

 

His Venus lies on a bed of white.

Satin dancing in the flame borne light.

Her body exposed to the coming night.

 

Naked but not ashamed.

 

With the blessing of Cupid, he draws his bow.

 

An arrow flies,

and falls.

 

Piercing the heart of Love.

 

Eros leaps!

Racing over rooftops,

sliding, climbing.

Bounding.

Breathless!

 

He stops outside the open arch.

Waits to be invited in…

 

“Come to me my lover…”

 

“May our hearts be joined as One

and Eternity hear,

that I am Yours, and You are Mine.”

by Jacques Rothmann

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Unexpected

A quick lament for distance felt
A quiet prayer for Presence

The Wind is blowing where it wills
none can know its’ way.

sitting
reading
thinking
Singing

average day
average life.

Spontaneous Combustion
Sparking faith to meet the Spirit.
Heart ablaze with Love’s sweet kiss.

How Amazing
Unexpected.

By Jacques Rothmann

Dark Sight

Living in a world of shadows
Looking through a glass so dark
Peering out through veiled eyes
Trying to see the spark

Love is Holy
Love is True
Love alone can see us through

Bumping into half blind travelers
Holding out our hands
Fingers tracing scars of darkness
Wounds of living in these lands

Nomads meet
And stop to stare
Sight develops as they care

But even though love guides the way
Rocky roads are here to stay

Straining eyes seek love and peace
Jesus Christ to give release

Holding on to faiths sweet darkness
Hope for light to guide the way.

by Jacques Rothmann

The Sound of Joy

World
apart.
Scattered
lives.
Broken
loves.
Haunting
pain –
Despair.

Above, Beyond, Within.
The Hands of God
Caress my soul.

Flowing love
floods my being,
bubbling up
a peaceful stream –
The Fountain of Life.

Glowing Light Within
Rising to my throat
I sing.

The Sound of Joy.

By Jacques Rothmann