Sunday, November 25, 2012

Speed of Love

The metro train in D.C. from our experience with it in May 

There is an invisible time bomb dropped Thanksgiving night
When the celebration of plenty
Gives way to a race for more
And sweet contentment
Finds a back door
Because Christmas is coming
And you mustn't be late
The calendar even comes with a 'save the date'
So we hurry to prepare
Special times and things for those we hold dear
While living in a cave of to do's and fear
We say it's out of love
That we go that speed
But, I've been wondering if that's true,
That idea I first heard in the Owl City song, Speed of Love ,
Do we really fit our speed into that glove?
Because our speed changes
While love stays the same
And makes me wonder
If passion, on the other hand, is the speed in our range
Since it is what usually fuels activity
While using love as it's guise
As passion on it's own is not of noble size
So it masquerades
Chasing possessions and wealth
Position and health
Then inevitable curves it's path
Because passion doesn't last
It has no future, though a long past
That's why it wears the vast name of love
Because love is the real power
Yet one that is only from above
It's the thing in hearts, that saved hearts
The thing we really need
For anything to succeed
It has been so very exalted
Yet isn't really understood
Despite the fact that it never wears a false hood
Passion remains the lollipop
Scoffing at the peach
Promises sweetness
Though leaving nourishment beyond reach
It remains a train without direction
Traveling with distance but no displacement
Moving, always moving
Because it's not a good replacement
So in the midst of an enthusiastic dash
To get and garnish
gather and give
I'm pondering over passion's great weakness
That it is unable to grow
That is has not meekness
And I'm thinking about what actually can move upwards
Real love
The kind that creates a world and a cross
I'm trying to look beyond the blur
Of lights and intrigue
Of people running after the least-broken love they can find
To try and see the thing that can bind
Because there is only one sun
There is only one Son
And if your chase is after that finish line
After celebrating that little baby manger
After a life of growth
Then you will get a gentle shove
Into going the beautiful speed of love

Blessed speed to you~ Megan

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