When love fails us
we banish it from memory
with a series of charges
In sorrowful deliberations
the heart pronounces judgement
victims and villains
demands for restitution
In its passing
we are quick to bury love
with a eulogy of its sins
and no celebration of its gifts
Solemn days of retrospection follow
and as we wait patiently
for justice to balance
the mortal scale
we search for words to capture
the heights of love's ascension
and the depths of our fall
from its grace
until the day gratitude arrives
to relieve our grief with one simple lesson:
there can be no failure in knowing love
only success in touching it at all.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press December 2014
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