Seeds of Love
By Alayne Speltz
They had handcuffed the woman and were walking her to the patrol car as I passed
Time slowed to a crawl as she turned her head and I caught her eyes
I heard a hauntingly sweet chime as I was swept into her where I saw the seed
I saw it shriveled and dry, almost dead for lack of water and nourishment,
For lack of hugs and kisses born of love as if love had skipped the rich soil the seed needed to thrive and instead left a dusty boneyard of self doubt and loathing
How could love survive there
Where did the love go?
The seed came from love and in love all things are possible
Why did she not water the seed?
She was blinded by fear.
Fear lied and told her she wasn’t good enough and didn’t have the right tools for growing the seed of love.
She didn’t know. I felt a tug in my gut as time sped up and the woman was ushered into the back of the patrol car. I am her. She is me.
I caught the look on the officers’ faces, they knew too. The seed was dry. Their job was to arrest the absent gardeners.
I gently place my hands over my heart, acknowledging the seed of love inside of me.
grow – I whisper – grow
Healing is a War
Special thank you to Michigan Artist Alayne Speltz for sharing her poetry Seeds of Love Thank you Alayne for your wonderful contribution to …… Healing is a War