McCall, this is one of those poems that doesn’t just tell a story — it feels lived. Real, specific, and quietly luminous in all the right ways. There’s something in the way you name the ache of knowing. Of trusting a vision before it has form. That struck a deep chord.
It brought to mind a film from the early ’90s called Made in Heaven, where two people fall in love in the afterlife, then return to Earth with no memory, only a promise to find each other. They live whole lives apart until, one day, they cross paths, and something ancient stirs. Love like that isn’t built. It’s remembered.
That’s the feeling your words capture. The sideways flight. The refusal to settle. The sacred foolishness of chasing a truth only the soul can see.
Thank you for sharing this. It’s a reminder that some searches are worth everything they cost.
Glenn, you sum up my life in a perfect line: "The sacred foolishness of chasing a truth only the soul can see." :) Once again, I smile reading your reflections and word weavings in response to mine. Thank you. 🖤
This stirs my soul in so many ways…for I have my own faceless, nameless Mystery Man who came into being💗 I knew with all that I am, this love existed…what an overwhelming, beautiful gift to experience.
Oh, Shannon. This fills me with so much comfort and gratitude to know there are many of us across the globe cultivating this type of relational experience. It is truly an overwhelming gift. 🖤
Loved your story. In spite of the difficulties, and while looking back on our lives, as you are doing here, we can see its hidden beauty, and how benevolent the Universe really is.... if you are ready to surrender to it... and you have.
Ah - I once thought:
We will be gone so quickly:
Because they will not understand.
They will think we disappeared
In a blinding cataclysm
Leaving sedimentary footprints and an iridium trace:
But we simply chose our best life.
To love our lizard brains
And sing the song of the universe to each other
Flying on the weightless wings of our infinite pinions
How absurd
And perhaps you made that true with such beauty.
I will remember it like that.
When poetry incites poetry, the world is more beautiful.
‘I flew sideways once.’ This line! What a tender poem. Thank you! ♥️
Thank you for your tenderness in return 🖤
McCall, this is one of those poems that doesn’t just tell a story — it feels lived. Real, specific, and quietly luminous in all the right ways. There’s something in the way you name the ache of knowing. Of trusting a vision before it has form. That struck a deep chord.
It brought to mind a film from the early ’90s called Made in Heaven, where two people fall in love in the afterlife, then return to Earth with no memory, only a promise to find each other. They live whole lives apart until, one day, they cross paths, and something ancient stirs. Love like that isn’t built. It’s remembered.
That’s the feeling your words capture. The sideways flight. The refusal to settle. The sacred foolishness of chasing a truth only the soul can see.
Thank you for sharing this. It’s a reminder that some searches are worth everything they cost.
Glenn, you sum up my life in a perfect line: "The sacred foolishness of chasing a truth only the soul can see." :) Once again, I smile reading your reflections and word weavings in response to mine. Thank you. 🖤
This stirs my soul in so many ways…for I have my own faceless, nameless Mystery Man who came into being💗 I knew with all that I am, this love existed…what an overwhelming, beautiful gift to experience.
Oh, Shannon. This fills me with so much comfort and gratitude to know there are many of us across the globe cultivating this type of relational experience. It is truly an overwhelming gift. 🖤
So beautiful McCall
🖤🖤
Loved your story. In spite of the difficulties, and while looking back on our lives, as you are doing here, we can see its hidden beauty, and how benevolent the Universe really is.... if you are ready to surrender to it... and you have.
Thank you. What a beautiful reflection.
Beautiful, soulful poem
Thank you 🖤
Oh, YOU. Your love is the biggest, deepest, brightest, bestest witness of all. WYN!