Love and Timing

Over the last week I’ve had some interesting conversations about love with a variety of people, single, on the brink of a potential, in a relationship that has hit its testing time and another admitting finally that she is in love, unexpectedly and almost unaware. The sheer spectrum of emotion circling this one feeling made me think of how wide and vast love or the concept of love is. Last night I was reading E E Cummings and came across a poem of his I really liked, actually I came across a few but this stood out, its called ‘but if a living dance upon dead minds’

but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?

Two lines captured my heart and mind, ‘disdains the trivial labelling of punctual brains’ and ‘from only Whom shall time no refuge keep’

The first made me laugh, I used to moan about timing, how it was so essential and how heartbreaking it could be to know something wasn’t going to happen because of timing but I realised that Love will come despite my timing, despite my wanting it to happen now or my wanting it to wait a while.

The second line I liked because it makes me uncomfortable, like most of his poetry he ignores conventional syntax, he shuns punctuation and spelling and every fibre of my being longs to edit and rephrase and yet in my having to reread the line over and over it hit home, from only Whom (his use of capitals denotes its divinity) shall time no refuge keep. My punctual mind puts God in my time box. Why not now? Why do I have to wait? What isn’t this/doesn’t this happen? But time has no refuge from an Almighty God and time has no power or control over an Almighty God and yet again I try to learn the lesson I’m so bad at learning; that its about His timing and His purpose, its about His will and not mine. Chances are, in the seemingly cyclical nature of my mind, I will return to this again and again and eventually will slowly learn to trust the One who is eminently trustworthy and eternally true.