True love oulasts the brief lightning flashes
Of desire. It is formed & softened by
Grace & mercy. It is patient and does
Not draw attention to itself. The warmth
Of its light penetrates life's brokenness.
In this desperate, wanton world, of crude
Symbols & signs, it restores hope & faith
In innocence & the spiritual.
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