A Poem by Rachel Samuel

For love to move

in time and space

there must needs be

the sight of form, the feel of place

for love to trace

in its flow

from “here am I”

to “there you go.”

It’s but myself I see

reflected in another’s eye

not just form

but myself entire

expressing that dictum divine

to love my neighbor

who, as love, is me and mine.

Rachel Knight Samuel