Definition #232 The Hundred Names of Love

The Hundred Names of Love

The Hundred Names of Love

The Hundred Names of Love

by Annie Lighthart

The children have gone to bed.
We are so tired we could fold ourselves neatly
behind our eyes and sleep mid-word, sleep standing
warm among the creatures in the barn, lean together
and sleep, forgetting each other completely in the velvet,
the forgiveness of that sleep.

Then the one small cry:
one strike of the match-head of sound:
one child’s voice:
and the hundred names of love are lit
as we rise and walk down the hall.

One hundred nights we wake like this,
wake out of our nowhere
to kneel by small beds in darkness.
One hundred flowers open in our hands,
a name for love written in each one.

“The Hundred Names of Love” by Annie Lighthart from Iron String © Airlie Press, 2015. Reprinted with permission.

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