Love redeems as it renews;
Defies all icy solitude.
Love transforms us
From vain creatures of night
Into pure angels of light.
Love is the affirmative answer
To every troubled question mark.
It is the greatest of gifts.
Love is the blood red rose
In a cruel kingdom of thorns.
Love is the Word made flesh;
The sacrificial Lamb.
From its spirit new life
Is continually formed
Within the empty vessels
Of this wanton world.
And the longer we strive,
The more we may find
That Love is the force
With which we all seek to defy
The dark realms of the abyss
Which lie within each one of us.
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