I Loved You
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One day I realized the world had softened
Not on the account of life being kinder
But because I was carrying the thought of you inside it
I think now, that love is a form of prayer
Holy,
And unanswerable
You don't pray to be rewarded
You pray because something inside you refuses to remain unsaid
You lean toward your longing
The way trees lean toward light they have never touched
So I loved you
without expecting to be kept
Without asking the universe
To explain itself
I loved you with the patience of rivers
With the faith of roots
That grow toward water
They cannot see
I loved you
The way one kneels
Without expecting rescue
The ground did not give way
But it learned my name
In the language of weight and waiting.
