98. Patience
When, my love, shall we at last come together?
When at last may I encompass you with all my love?
My longing has no end, but my comfort is
that all our waiting must have an end,
that one day we will meet completely
and join not only hands together
but everything that can be joined.
Just to live for that moment is joy enough
for an eternity or longer,
since that joyful moment is explosive like a chain reaction
continuing forever, spreading love and joy
not only within us but all around us.
So let us be patient with our waiting
and let our longing constantly increase,
if possible to multiply the power of our love forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 10:59
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