Never forget Love
Watching a craftsman one day
I was taken with his calm and skill,
how every sanding, sawing and nail
just seemed to flow from his hands;
Making me wonder about intelligence.
Often those with high degrees and titles
are set above the artisans and their crafts;
Above the unity of heart and action
whilst humming a tune
or working in silence, serene.
Intelligence comes in many forms
But Love only in one,
without which, all created becomes dust;
Knowledge without real life.
Passion and harmony give life to all you do,
to the surgeon’s knife, to the baker’s hands,
To the painter’s brush, to the welder’s torch;
Never forget Love.
Healing where intellect still debates,
Creating whilst scholars frown.
At best, live in harmony with both.
© miriam ivarson