This poem is quite special to me. I wrote it in Massachusetts in the 1980s. When Marianne died suddenly in 2012 and we were putting together her memorial service, it seemed that everything came together very naturally. A friend contributed a passage from the Kabbalah about love, and then immediately I knew to include this poem.
A time for love A time to heal A time to share Just what we feel. The world is full Of cries of hate A raging beast Is at the gate. We are afraid There is so much pain Who can lead Or explain? What do we feel? What can we know? Tell us please Why it is so. It’s not our mind It is our heart That leads us to That central part. The heart of love The heart of life The end of hate And of strife. So many people Are on the path We see each other We share a smile We sing a song And wait a while. The world is young Our hearts are new It’s a time for love And a time to heal A time to share Just how we feel.