Perhaps it is not a good thing
to say what a man should be,
or a woman should be.
Genesis is a beginning, not an end.
Within the soul there is a true place.
It is what shape our hands must be
to reach and grasp,
to create and destroy,
plant and reap.
Love is an extraordinary force,
a delicate dream.
Life does not accept our dying.
Something of our ashes must remain,
a child, a book, a song.
Woman who loves woman,
man who loves man,
or the polarity between,
must follow their river
and touch the face next to them
in happiness.
The world should not put tears between them.
There is enough tragedy for all.
Not enough love in equal shares.
In the end we cannot control our fate,
but to the children of love,
charity must allow no regrets
for having lived and loved.