Let it be

I understand where it came from,
where it’s gone to a deep mystery,
but I’m not inclined to delve and pry
or not trust the process of love.

But still the missing of corners and bends
perturbs a traveller on roads to the end
for always they should lead into straights
that allow a return unto love.

I guess love is there beneath the flesh
but I’m not inclined to try a pin-prick
to test the depths of its safe retreat
and upturn its current condition.

Let love lie deep down inside
if that’s where it’s chosen to hide
or let it glide un-tethered and free
if it’s not meant to be.

Let it be, let it be, but let it not be
the reason for you and me and them
to not ever again in this lifetime
find those missing corners and bends!

Helen / 20 August 2010