Unconditional Love

I’ll be there at your door early in the morning.
I’ll be there at midnight, dawn, purple orange dusk,
My Love, my LOVE is calling.

I’ll be there at your door.
You paint your lips, bathe and pray
you laugh, you cry, cut warm apple cake…
Until the coming day, I’ll be there, at your door.

I’ll be there in your sinless dreams and when you think of him
the hour you adore God from other poets’ rhythms.
Sleepy secrets  baby cheeks,
family life and when you have all this,
I’ll be there at your door with protective angel wings.
Light spreading so far with my LOVE, my Love, you are free…
I’ll be there at your door.

And when my flesh is gone evaporates all breath
I promise you my Love, end of time, I WILL be there.
At your door.

PS. I won’t approach, my Love, no worries.
It is my Divine LOVE calling.
Observing you my joy, absorbing your love, my Love, my LOVE is calling.  

By Monika Maj,  2011