Naught But Love by Stan Phillips
Then growing with confidence, it struts smiling as it fills your being with the entirety of it. Enveloping you with benign protection.
I offer naught but love. So take my infant love to your heart and see it grow warm and wondrous against your breast. Watch as First no more than an idea, A wish, It shifts and changes with the breath of you. Watch as it becomes anything you wish it to be.
My love is leaf laden treetops. It is the song of the birds. My love is autumn gold and green. It is new spring dawning. And old as the remembrance of time. It is unknown tomorrows, It is the innocence of angels. It is knowledge. It is the smile on the face of a child. It is tears.
My love. Soft it is, and soothing, Like the crooning of a dove. Mighty as snow capped mountains. Swift as the rushing tide And endless as the star studded sky.
So take my infant love and peer into the crystal heart of it to see strange, and half recalled visions swimming in the depths of it. And discover that it is you and I residing there.
So take my infant love, And feel it gentle upon your lips. Give it safety Give it succour. And watch it grow from transitory into eternity. See it grow like the widening ripples on the widest and wildest of seas. Observe how, shyly at first, it whispers, half heard, into your ear.
As it has always been, Always will be. That is the love I offer you. Naught but love Endless as the throb of the beating heart of the universe.
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 15 -