I suspect Valentine was a wizened elder,
old and comfortable in his ways and position,
when the authorities made their new law
and thrust him into his new, secret obedience to Love.
He once handed off his cross to the younger ones.
But it quickly came around the track to him again.
He was no longer the future but the now —
the eternal now he knew so well beckoned him Home.
And he brought that Home to his home.
He brought that Now to now.
He lived Eternally in the face of the powers
who pretend to have the power of death.
I know my Valentine is a wizened elder,
old and comfortable in her ways and position.
Yet the authorities still make their laws
and thrust the young into choices which question all their love.
What will You have us do with this baton we see,
coming quickly to us across the melting glaciers
in an age of lies when the evil go free
and the machines bind the hearts and minds of the children?
We must bring our Home to our home
and bring our Now to now,
and love Eternally in the face of the powers —
prove they do not have the power of death
over those who listen to the Spirit’s voice and follow.