Only Love Passes This Way Twice – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘May Day” by Sara Teasdale: the line is – “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Sara Teasdale and May

Photo: the Hardy Inlet, Augusta.

“The thing about roads is that you happen upon them again.” Jill Santopolo

Only Love Passes This Way Twice

They say that a river doesn't pass twice, cannot be touched twice, only flows by once in its purest self, which is not its purest self, except for the sake of that moment in which it is truly one, never to be one in the same way again. Everything is emerging while yet everything is passing. This is, perhaps, well beyond our capacity to know, but yet it is in our capacity to feel.

And yet, this is always so difficult. For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May, when surely, like water, it shall not pass this way again? It will not be. In its purity it cannot be, as I cannot be but once. Unlike love, which is eternally, perpetually, proposing new ways to us, courting our attention as it continually passes by.



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28 responses to “Only Love Passes This Way Twice – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Another fine contemplation of our grasp of the Universe, which eternally escapes us, but love, yes that stays fixed 🙂

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  2. I really enjoyed this contemplation of these eternal questions.
    Things to ponder, like there is no present, and what we see as beach or shore is ever-changing.

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  3. Lovely photo and something that I think is from the Bible (maybe not) comes to mind: “With love, all things are possible.”

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  4. Wow very good! I will always look at a river differently now.

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  5. While at first this prosery was disquieting, in the end it brought comfort–and I thank you for it!

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  6. Wow – so philosophical, Paul! I love the comparison to the river 🙂


    David

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  7. A truly deep and thoughtful post.

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  8. Something to ponder over, Paul. A fine reflection.

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  9. lync56

    Such a beautiful poem – a sadness in things passing but an amazing thought of ever evolving growth and newness and the particular character of love

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