Love can be as abstract as it is real,
It was obvious from the way they behaved,
From the look in their eyes,
Her French was limited and her hearing handicap,
That morning I had forgotten the meaning of love,
I looked around and found it flowing from his heart,
To his hand, then through the pen to the paper,
As he translated every French word the preacher said into English,
Passing them on to her as quickly as he could in little notes,
Like the earth wire which taps and brings the charge to earth,
He reached out to the cosmos of his heart, tapping the abstract love,
Bringing it down to earth in a concrete reality of simple yet powerful love,
A love wired to her heart,
A love which made it possible for both of them to listen,
I had forgotten the meaning of love,
But found it written on the bonds which held them close.
© October 2014 afesehngwaHilary
