Eros and Psyche - A Valentine's Day poem

He lets the soul want him.

He lets the soul love him.

And when she seeks to see

what she can no longer live without,

he sends her away from him. 

With nothing but prayer and desire

for him to light her way.  

 

Teresa of Avila craving ecstasy knew this.

Blessed Teresa of Calcutta, pleas falling into the great

silence God had become, knew this.

Psyche, chasing after her lower-case god

through the dark underworld and back, 

knew this.

The butterfly wings our souls wear

are emblems of dream and despair.

Will they lift? 

Can they carry us

high enough to pierce

the heavens? 

 

My hand is outstretched,

as you knew it would be.

If you wanted me

blind and searching

then you have me
just so.

Here,

it’s yours.

The thin skin

that contains

the soul,

and everything

between.

©2009 Sabrina Vourvoulias