Love – the illusive action that is often difficult to give and even more difficult to accept. It sifts through our fingers like fine sand, always leaving a few grains as remnants. One handful is never enough as it disappears so quickly, returning to the earth. Its power is enough to make the strongest person paralyzed with fear of being seen, of being known. It’s healing properties reach the most unseen and misunderstood crevices of our lives. It cracks open hard stones to reveal the beauty locked away. It sets us free.
A full life is lived in love, saturated in it, consumed by it, overwhelmed by it.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
My life is hidden in the shadow of this love. Love suspended – a sky heavy with rain. It falls at will and soaks me to the bone when I least expect it. Drying, it returns to the sky only to fall again.
Keep your umbrella. Keep your waterproofs. Dance in this rain. Run barefoot through the streets.
And let me love in return. Let me show you what it is to live this way.