Love Poems by A.P. Kelson

In the morning I shall go out and dance with God,
Above the meadows and streams.
Like small lemon colored butterflies
whirling over grass and blossom.
dancing the joy of this creation,
The endless delight in this play of Being .
It is all Love.
It is all for Love.
The Love of The One for All that It is.
In the morning, I go out to dance with God.


This bliss is beyond naming.
It is the All that Is.
It is the song of creation and creator
in the heart of each of us.
It is the joy in the wonder and the recognition
That all opposites come from and dwell in the One,
And in the One, all are reconciled and blessed.
There are no words to describe this bliss.
It is felt in the heart and all around,
A Love that bursts all bounds
and has no limits.


I know the secret behind the Lovers cries at night.
It is not the dirt you imagine,
but something more sacred,
And altogether blessed.
God meeting God in union,
the eternal joining and parting,
The arising and returning,
The reminding and forgetting.
A small reflection of this endless dance of creation.
I stand at the edge of it all, and I marvel at such Love as this.