Love

There is no limit to the amount of love the human heart can give or receive; there is no limit to the pain of being separated from that love. The very essence, the spark of life is extinguished when love is taken from a soul.

Without love, a tender touch, a soothing voice, a heartbeat of comfort, the infant will die. Without security, a safety-net woven from love, the adolescent, like a nestling fallen from its tree, will be consumed by the predators of the dirt. Without love, a soul will wander the world, tossed about like flotsam on a wave, never finding harbor, never taking root. It will never know the miracle of being home, of the way two unique lives join as one and come together like a sun blazing its single light through the darkness for all of time and space, forever changing the face of heaven.

Without love, light and color fade until the world is a cold, black canvas fit only for chalk figures, nothing more than sticks that can be scattered by the winds of the howling gyre, blown cell by cell into the chaos, each spinning alone for infinity. Without love there is no great I AM, there is no responding WE ARE, there is only oblivion without end. Not even an Amen.

The loudest sound in all the heavens is the cry of a heart that breaks evermore without nepenthe. The most profound silence is the unuttered I love you, battered into muteness by ignorance, jealousy and hatred. The greatest cataclysm is the failure of the individual to understand and recognize selfless love and to allow it to exist freely, divinely, in all its forms, without attachment, control or exception. The saddest loss would be if we lost each other on our journey to the rest of our lives.