A Time for Love

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 … Read more

Love Itself

Let your teacher be Love itself These words of Rumi echo in my mind As I ponder my life’s path I have been a teacher It seems to be my talent But what shall I teach? And how? Rumi has supplied the answer It is not I who teaches. Let it be love.