Note by the Sugar Bowl

If I had to leave a note

by the sugar bowl
on the kitchen table
and that is all I could tell
anyone about life
before I left,
what would I say?

As if the pen in my hand
began to write
beyond my thoughts
beyond any part of the me
that looks in a mirror
like a breeze through
an open window
came the words
“Learn how to love”

It’s the most important thing
you’ll ever do
It will make your
heart sing
It will break it
wide open

It will take you
to the mountain top
and bring you
to your knees

It’s the only thing
worth living for

It is more than
romance
It is answering a
baby’s cry
in the middle of the night

Days of silence
and misunderstandings
It is steadfast and certain
even if we aren’t

When all else fails
turn within
to your proverbial heart
and seek it

It is always there
sometimes wrapped
in blankets
sometimes surrounded
by brick walls

One brick at a time
open up
and love will come
spilling forth
running over

And you will be alive
more alive than you
can imagine

Yes, if I could leave one
small note
one small bit of hope
It would read,
“Learn how to love”

cDeby White Jizi  2013