I wrote this a while back
love is the net spread out at our feet to catch us if we stumble, it is the hand that reaches out to pull us back from the edge of despair, to lift us up again.
Love is the light in the darkness that guides us through the storm, the beacon of hope on the distant horizon of our hopelessness..
Love is our strength and our weakness.
Without love we wither, like flowers in the parched earth who's petals shrink and fall away, but for a sprinkling of sweet love, like a gentle rain to nourish us so that we can grow and blossom again.
Be the soft rain falling. Be the warm sun rising. Be the the song birds singing.
Be love.
Love is the light in the darkness that guides us through the storm, the beacon of hope on the distant horizon of our hopelessness..
Love is our strength and our weakness.
Without love we wither, like flowers in the parched earth who's petals shrink and fall away, but for a sprinkling of sweet love, like a gentle rain to nourish us so that we can grow and blossom again.
Be the soft rain falling. Be the warm sun rising. Be the the song birds singing.
Be love.
