The Three Loves
A Poem
Been down that rugged rocky trail,
Where the only Philia I saw was for others;
Nothing wrong per se, until it turned a bad tale,
As my own responsibilities turned to faded blurs.
They call Philia the love of the brotherly,
A concept that held my world into a knot,
So strong that the sense of self once did flee,
For, what built its very fiber — I’d simply forgot.
Worse yet was the Eros that came before,
That craved, lusted, gave and demanded,
Never enough, always searching for more,
Fueled only by the egos in which it boasted.
Agape… is what I’ve had before it all came to be,
The unconditional brightness that lives in us each,
From the same force that moves the land and sea.
Thus, I speak a prayer for you & me:
Whether you’re in times of struggle or ease,
May the supremely bright be forever within your reach.
