COME, FRIENDS

“Come, friends.
Come with your grief.
Come with your loss.
Carry all the pieces of your heart
and come sit with us.
Bring your disappointments
and your failures.
Bring your betrayals
and your masks.
We welcome you no matter
where you come from
and what you bring.
Come and join us
at the intersection of
acceptance and forgiveness
where you will find our
house of love.
Bring your empty cups
and we will have a feast.”

Kamand Kojouri

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SIT HERE

“Sit here,
so I may write
you into a poem
and make you
eternal.”

Kamand Kojouri

I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YOU A POEM IN YEARS

“I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems.
How can it be my fault
when the words to describe you have not yet been created?
When the alphabet lacks the very letters?
How can it be my fault
when your loveliness only grows
by the time I reach for pen and paper?
Tell me how I am at fault
when I am only a beginner in poems
and you are exquisite poetry?
To write you in words
is to put a veil upon you.
Why must I write
when I can kiss you instead?”

Kamand Kojouri