For the past couple of months, I’ve been thinking more and more about love in its various forms, shapes, and sizes.  Tobias and I have had many conversations on this topic, and my thoughts continue to roam its intricacies.  So, over the next few posts, I’m going to be writing covering some different views, perspectives, and forms of love.  To keep this with the purpose of The Art of Writing, I will be relating it to various texts.  Please, take time to comment or share a story, thought, author, piece, or an aspect of love that you would like to be explored further in a post.

To start off this series, I’m posting one of my absolute favorite poems by a rather fantastic writer – Maya Angelou.

Poignant.  Heart-rending.  Heartfelt.  Simple.  Beautiful.  I have loved this poem since I first heard it, many years ago.  Every time I read or hear it, I get lost in the rhythm and the meaning.  In and out.  In and out.  In and out of time.

Kyle recently wrote a post on romance and quoted my uncle.  I have had so many great examples of real, life-long love in my life.  And I am so proud to come from that type of heritage where love isn’t just another four letter word.  Still, despite the numerous examples, for the longest time, I was a cynic when it came to marriage and love in general.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved the concept and I had seen it live.  But I never quite understood how it worked, and I thought that eventually, something would have to give . . . in time.  Something would fall apart . . . in time.  Yet, it never has.  My parents.  My aunts and uncles.  My grandparents in their 56 years of marriage.

Yes, there have been numerous struggles, fights, complaints, near separations.  But the LOVE they have for one another, the EFFORT they were willing to put into their relationship, and the COMMITMENT they honor each and every day, keeps them together, fighting for each other.

 And that’s what this poem is about.  “The sun has come.  The mists have gone.  We see in the distance our long way home.”  There will always be another struggle when it comes to love that lasts.  There will always be pain.  Pain for the one we love.  Pain because of the one we love.  But, in that’s what makes it beautiful, when you realize that despite everything working to keep two people apart, there is something in this world strong enough to hold them together in and out of time.

In and Out of Time

The sun has come. 
The mists have gone. 
We see in the distance… 
our long way home. 
I was always yours to have; 
You were always mine. 
We have loved each other in and out of time. 

When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun 
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor 
I had always loved you more. 
You freed your braids… 
gave your hair to the breeze. 
It hummed like a hive of honey bees. 
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there…. 
Mmmm…God, how I loved your hair. 

You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. 
Lost, injured, hurt by chance. 
I screamed to the heavens…
loudly screamed… 
Trying to change our nightmares into dreams… 

The sun has come. 
The mists have gone. 
We see in the distance our long way home. 
I was always yours to have 
and you were always mine. 
We’ve loved each other 
in and out 
in and out 
in and out of time.

-Maya Angelou

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