What It Is To Me Poem by belinda mrwebi

It is not that we can fully grasp its magnitude,
but it is the desire to fully know it that keeps us alive.
It is not the branches that cover it that make us adore it, but it is the roots form which it stems.
It is not because we are wise to embrace it, but its wisdom is far greater than our mental capacity.
And not any of us can deny the power it holds within us.
Even though many may think we were born to parish.
I still maintain, we were born to love.

Love is the foundation of our existence, it is the hope we carry each day.
Love is the reason we smile even though our wounds have not healed.
It is the reason he is drawn to her and she to him.
The glimpse of hope when children are born & the underlying treasure when two become one.
Love is the reason we are justified, the connection between the leaving and those who have passed on.
Love is thread that helps us cling to our creator, it keeps us connected to one other in ways we cannot verbalize.
Love is the reason we are.