Poem for Day 88 – 20141220
I think I’ve snuck up on it
That illusive definition of love: unconditional.
I found it a strange way.
It was through my occupational service to my clients.
Each patient is unique.
Some are dears and others are quite a pain.
When I am with them
they get my full attention even though it drains me so.
Here is the strange thing,
I genuinely love each and every one
when I am with them.
But wait, there is more as my story is spun.
The rest of the time
there are several I cannot stand.
I do still love them
but they can take a flying leap when they leave me.
Is this what it feels like
when unconditional love pops its head up?
Like a whack-a-mole ,
wham, I love my clients all over again.
It is possible
To love them all the time, no matter what,
But only feel it
When I connect in service to them?
So don’t be surprised,
my dear clients who I seem to dislike when you are away,
that I do love you
when the unconditional is felt conditionally.
© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.