The struggle is love

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           Down by Cristo Rei, Garajau, Madeira

Where is peace
to be found ?

not in silence
not in inactivity

not in meditation
nor in transcendence

we descended
the steep incline

down to the statue
of Cristo Rei

gazed out over
the deep blue sea

the ragged rocks
of petrified lava

watched the early birds
feeding on the wing

saw sparrows thread
through the scrub

nature’s innocents
who know no better

who know all
they need to know

people came and went
families and couples

their breath taken
to admire the view

the struggle
is love – always

John Lyons

Sipping smoothies in Garajau

Whether of peach or mango
we sat under shade
and sipped our smoothies
and beheld the day
filled with sunshine
and quiet words
amid snippets
of the life stories
we exchanged

Here there was silence
for the taking
and gentle steps of affection
as the truths one by one
were released
into the atmosphere

How two narratives
can become intertwined
so that a convergence of news
and consciousness occurs
just as our feet followed
for a few days
a shared path

At four in the afternoon
the sun at its fiercest
and sometimes we bathed
in the cerulean sea
and sometimes we lounged
or climbed steep hills
through narrow streets
lined with banana or fig trees
our heels kicking up the dust
of those long departed

and reaching our destination
we panted for breath
and gasped for water
like lovers whose energies
are sapped by the depth
of their endless entanglement

and at nightfall a dark sky
hovered above the land
and one by one the stars appeared
etching out an array
of unfathomable distances
so placing all our intimacies
into proportion underlining
the farness and the nearness
of unadulterated love

John Lyons