Love. - Poem by Colleen Wright
Love is when we are compelled to stop - to hear and see
what it is that has caught our attention so unexpectedly.
It is when we must stop – to gaze and to listen
as one's surroundings now sparkle and glisten.
It is when we watch and actively listen to words never before heard -
words of which ring true to our now open hearts – words we've feared,
and yet unnecessarily so - as time will prove to each and everyone -
that within life a sparkling new world has opened and has now begun.
It is a precious gift given at no particular time in our life
to some it is for children, a husband, or for some a wife.
It may the blooming of a flower never before seen.
For some it can be a gem that does shine and gleam.
The beginning of a new life into this most frightening world,
would be love wrapped up warmly, and ever so softly curled
up in a most peaceful sleep, and not yet knowing of the outer life
where there is much hunger, sadness, warfare, trouble and strife.
Love can be giving help to a stranger who is in dire need -
a smile, some kind words, or a gentle hug, to sow a seed
of hope to a lonely stranger, who is reaching for strength
to get through another long day's sad and lonely length.
To thank our creator for who we have in our space -
our health, our families, and our friends of every race.
Love is the understanding of another's pain
It can be to celebrate another's happy gain.
Sweet lilting sounds of moving music in the air
makes for singing love songs, without despair.
The chirping and singing of sweet birds on the wing
gives reasons for loving the trills that sweetly do ring.
A new Spring lamb prancing among masses of wild flowers
is love in motion, and a new born animal as a mother cowers,
are a sight to be seen and to feel and know of love that is pure.
So many wonderful ways to see and know love, and want more.
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