Love Is Never Wasted

The one I loved has proven false.

Only stranger do I know him now.

My heart wide opened,

Naught withheld,

I poured out as libation,

Unwisely offered in my idolatry.

My sacrifice scorned,

Carelessly spilled,

Was trodden into the dust.

So all was wasted .

Now my soul’s winter turns me uncertain inward,

And I listen to the silence of an empty heart.

“Follow”, she whispers,

Then to the deepest wound, still gaping,

And muddied ground.

But under unfeeling footprints

An offering unsullied remains,

Flowing beneath a blind sky,

Below stone and fire,

Deeper than deepest sea,

To a place where the heart offerings of all love find a home.

There love unanswered is not ashamed,

But as selfless sacrifice

Lives in the centermost core of love’s deep reservoir.

I can never empty be while this pool continues,

A waiting well, holding all I have poured out,

And in the desert I may ever draw

From this sacred fountain, sweet and pure.

So regret not the offering given and scorned,

For love is never wasted.