My Own Valentine
(prose poem)
My own little Valentine celebration. I guess we celebrate feast days, though these are the days in which the saints have died. Martyrdom—we celebrate? Well, I bought little round pink plates with small square napkins to match. I am drinking coffee with little croissants on one of those pink plates, dabbing with a small square napkin. Watching the pope visit Mexico.
Where is love? Is it there? Is it here? Is it intertwined through both places and all other places? And the people? Are we bound in red silken ties of love? Free to move yet tied so that, when we might fall, others are there gently (remember, silk) to pull us up and on.
Quizás.
Goodness, the president of Mexico is good-looking. He speaks of “a better community” (translated), “a better society.” A better world, I imagine. Why not? Here’s a chance to speak of objectives and ideals in a country toward which too many look askance.
Quizás.
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February 15, 2016 at 3:55 am
What a lovely and peaceful celebration you had!
P.S. Yes, the president of Mexico is surely handsome. When he went here in the Philippines, the Filipino netizens went crazy!
February 15, 2016 at 4:08 pm
Yes, my day was good. From what I’ve read, yours was good as well. I had never seen an image of the president before. His wife is pretty, too. His message was attractive, especially.
February 16, 2016 at 12:38 am
Oh. Glad to know he is a man of sense as well. 🙂
February 15, 2016 at 6:02 am
Surely where there is faith and hope, there is love. At least I’d like to think so. I have some friends that made a pilgrimage to see the Pope during his visit to Mexico. If I were so lucky to have gone as well but alas, studies.
February 15, 2016 at 4:06 pm
I didn’t see the pope when he was relatively close by. But I watch his images and read his words carefully. He has so many loving things to say, though he’s firm on the line of Catholic doctrine, too.