Walking in Circles

We have been in love for years
Making due with pieces found here and there.
It has been bitter-sweet to my lips.
I trust that time will grow our faithful seeds
Planted in trust and hope for better days.
When the trees will bear good fruit,
And offer the grace of shade to passing strangers.
I almost passed you by
Except that memories rising from ashes
Called me to sit and listen to your stories.
It is a lonely love that dreams of possibilities
And waits for signs to speak.
It is hard to watch some of the seeds die
Before they have a chance to grow
I would choose this old love over all other,
For it is the closest I have come to loving God.