More Lovy Dovy
On chalet north there is a wall of stone,
fireplace set high and hearth full deep and broad.
There are steps set in, traversing left and up
that lead to sleeping loft and blessed rest.
Of treads there are but nine, and no surprise --
each of eclectic diff’ring height and reach;
being rough and cold they are a surprise
form cushioned comfort above and below.
I could ponder on an analogy,
of spiritual extension,
but can’t figure what religion applies
to something simple as a sense of awe.
You cannot climb those steps -- or descend,
without feeling a quickening of heart,
and lightening of soul and sense of peace
drawn from profound faith and deepest love.
Of course, my love waits there,