Tides of the Enigma

Last night, I read

that love abides–

and it convicted

and soured my cowardly soul.

Love abides.

and if it doesn’t

then it wasn’t;

How can that be?

One might say,

that’s retroactive,

backwards causality;

But God is Love,

Love is outside temporality.

When love fails to abide,

and reality tears,

is the fabric of the past

restitched in the present?

Or was the intuition of love,

a fallacy all along-

and the failure to abide

its inevitable conclusion?

I don’t know.

My curiosity is as much

an existential exploration

as it is an autopsy –

cutting, carving

with words

to capture the causes as

rigor mortis sets in.

In vain, I suppose,

for examining death

only offers insight into

the loss of life;

What can the day

learn from the night?

Does the dark teach the light

to shine bright?

In vain, I suppose,

will I take to task

asking these questions;

Because to my last breath

I can’t seem to abide,

to keep love alive.