Sometimes
love’s like the morning dew on blades of grass,
Quickly
disappearing under the rays of the rising sun,
So
reach out to love where it may be found,
It
may only come to you where you are down,
Reach
out with love wherever you are found,
Someone
down may need it to turn their life around,
Pray to not be afraid to love,
No doubt love carries with it a potent risk for hurt,
And
the greater the love the greater the risk,
You desperately want to believe that love is a vaccine for hurt,
But
truly love has no real value without that risk,
No
value without that sacrificial price,
Something ethereally mysterious,
With power to conjure both rabid desire and paralyzing fear,
Like a potent cloud with answers to the promise of needed rain,
And the fear of destabilizing potential floods,
I
know you want it even though you fear it,
For
nobody can be happy without it,
Choke the fear and give love a chance,
For
like Mother Theresa said,
When
we love until it hurts,
There
is no more hurt only love,
And
if you ever did err,
Let
it be on the side of love,
Never
on the side of fear,
While
it is okay to fear to love,
Never
act out of the fear of love,
Yes
love can be as volatile as liquid nitrogen,
Seize
it before it is gone,
When
you are confused and know not how to act,
Just
love – long term you can never go wrong with love,
Not
the love described with childlike facility in Hollywood,
But
the love whose running currency is an intentional deliberate intelligent
sacrifice.
Brussels © October 2014 afesehngwaHilary
