I love whom I know
I love how much of them I know
I don’t know all of them
I may never will
But can I love them
If only the part I know
And that part will be enough
That part will radiate the love to the unknown parts
Then the whole of them will be loved by me
I am unknown
But not all of me is unknown
That which is known can be loved
That which is unknown and may always be unknown will wait to be loved
The known that is loved
Will radiate that love to the unknown
And then all of me will be loved
© Ruby Neumann
Part of me was loved today by my neighbour. She doesn't know most of me, but she brought over some tulips for me to enjoy, because she was going away for the weekend and she wanted them to be enjoyed.
Now in my own space... these tulips can reach into the parts of me that are unknown to my neighbour. Therefore... I am loved wholly in a simple gesture of a gift of flowers in March. She doesn't know just how much I've been missing flowers and can't wait until the snow melts and the ground thaws and the garden becomes a place I can hang out in again. These tulips give me hope.
