| LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent and the last blood gone. | |
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| Time runs with an ax and a hammer, time slides down the hallways with a pass-key and a master-key, and time gets by, time wins. | |
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| Let the love of this hour go on; let all the oaths and children and people of this love be clean as a washed stone under a waterfall in the sun. | |
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| Time is a young man with ballplayer legs, time runs a winning race against life and the clocks, time tickles with rust and spots. | |
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Let love go on; the heartbeats are measured out with a measuring glass, so many apiece to gamble with, to use and spend and reckon; let love go on.
Carl Sandburg
Dear to my heart, this poem. A reminder that there will not always be this opportunity to show love, to act in love, to live in attitudes of love. Time streamlines love, pares it down, gives it leanness and speed. I need to love now, in the most basic ways, without ornament or delay for lack of inspiration. Love like bread and water, love like a millionaire emptying my accounts. Here, now, love. |
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