Love Is Like

Love Is Like

1980 1311 Robert Rife

Like a head, severed and featureless,
are those times too far from your scent.

Like limbs reattached, sutured to the blood,
is your silhouette in the doorway.

Like the dream after the waking,
is the smile of your skin.

Like the hours of insistence, drenched in purple,
is the declaration of your place.

Like a fish, drowning and drunk on its own world,
is the yes at the end of your fingers.

Like a poor man’s breakfast, waiting and ravished
is the moistness of your remembrance.

Like secrets in a barrel, floating high up to grasp,
is the welcome in your eyes.

Like turns in the park, the yielded path unknowing,
is the sound of our falling steps, together, sighing.

For Rae, my wife of nearly 28 years.
 

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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