In that Holy romance.
To dream- and love with no end.
In that which is promised, but invisible.
Accepting present grief as the price of expected joy.
Embracing love lost as love first received.
For the best of now is only a dim reflection.
Of the brilliance that is to come.
When we will awake and dance again.
And love will remain.
John Sullivan lives in Phoenix Arizona. He hold a Masters Degree in Mass Communications and Bachelors Degree in Political Science – both from Arizona State University. He has worked as a freelance writer and academic advisor for an online university.