By the Moor

How do I know that I know what I know?

This knowledge that I cherish without any factual flow.

It was all in the heart with each moment that has passed.

This knowing I hold even when I doubt it to the last.

It's the knowledge, the logic without the emotional inconsistency.

I ask myself and see myself responding to its continuous elasticity.

I know it to be true because even away from you I knew.

I know it to be true because when I am with you I can see it too.

All the stars, the galaxies, the suns both near and far;

and even close to home, I float in ecstasy on the moon by the moor.

I know it to be true because so many irrational insecurities take flight.

Like flocks of birds, my very body fought it out of habit but my soul was made right.

From the first time that you smiled, the knowing was truly there.

But not all suns where first breathed into existence in mid air.

They come and go at their own pace and my knowing came the same.

It came without a single trace of tangibility or flame.

I know it like I know myself which isn't very well.

But inside all your loving acts I see the wonderfully curving trail.

With each twist & turn, I see every aspect and my heart falls for it day by day

Like a flower bursting through the ground;

once only having just been a seed.

I know because the seed that burst, like new birth in the dark

became a thing of glorious beauty when it lifted high up to the stars.

Love. This love. This love I can't deny.

It is a knowing in itself; a love I could never say goodbye to

This love is deep and fulfilling and through our God is made complete.

This knowing is more than just us two, it involves the greatest love we see,

or sometimes don't see, but undeniably believe.

Love so deep and wide and thick that oceans could never hide it.

With one sigh by our Creator all truth would be laid bare before it.

This truth that I know without a doubt that leaves my heart secure.

I know, what I know and I don't know how.

But knowing is enough to keep me going somehow.

I pray everyday for blessings that have blossomed.

Blossomed with vibrant passion and poignant shy abandon.

I know this to be true because my heart warms like the younger suns.

The sun that is hot with youth as it radiates its love.

It is love like the Creator who created all that is seen.

Creating all the knowing that I know inside me.

I know, I know, I dare you to try to know.

This knowing isn't for the faint of heart it demands that you grow!

It challenges your life to go to the extreme and change yourself for the better.

Even if the better is a greater & painful pursuit of a life captivated by truth.

It changes your expectations, and sometimes your misinterpretations;

that then are placed on a shelf . . . yes a shelf, a dusty & old shelf.

This shelf of life that is on hold, not forever but for a better of your home.

We know that life is the yes & the no's but we want all the yes's without the no's.

But the no's are what strengthen you for the knowing in your soul.

This is a battle of the heart, the mind and the soul that hangs open like a gaping hole.

you kept it locked up for so long without change,

and still it waited to be hated, to be loved, and then to be hated again.

It has been used and abused. Yes, used and abused.

But in end when the stars are still there; the moon is by the moor.

It leaves your soul out to bare, and begging for more.

Your pride is hanging on a thread from the fishhook in the sky.

The knowing is still present and that knowing will never hide.

It will give you strength on the morrow to face another sun that

is shining so bright in its youth, your knowing you won't deny! 

And his advances of love, blushingly make you shy.