Love in all it’s glory

It’s like a beacon of hope

A lighthouse

for those lost at sea

It’s warm

Inviting

fulfilling

It’s seeing the nation and the sky

at once

Then seeing no difference

In all things

Because all things

come again

And again

And again

And again

Repetition is necessary for when

One doesn’t understand

Now that I understand

I just watch

I observe everything

I am

I am not

Like a soldier

who’s constantly in battle

only weapon __  mind

only defense __  mind

yet it feels like a battle

Although the war has already been won

We are alive

Should we be dead

Love in all it’s glory

tells me

Forward