Sometimes Love...
There is a time for war and a time for peace... Sometimes love comes to heal.. Allow yourself to be healed... to be loved.
Sometimes love doesn't leave scars, sometimes it comes to touch our broken places, mend our spirits and flood our ear gates with forgotten truths.
...Yes, it can be a balm of time-released salve applied by those gifted with special offerings of blind-kindness and subtle gestures...
Sometimes, it confirms our strengths and reaffirms the stance we first took upon believing in ourselves; upon believing that "all things are 'still' possible."
Sometimes love doesn't resemble our recollection of its appearance-Sometimes it is older, more experienced, more knowledgeable of our needs.
Sometimes it is youthful-playful innocence come to penetrate our stagnate places, and blow dust from the accumulation of our stuff. ...Unnecessary, un-needed, cluttering "stuff".
Sometime it is merely a song that rises to the surface and you find yourself humming-healing, realizing and revealing that we are yet alive....
Sometimes it falls behind, or maybe walks ahead... Then there are those times when our steps are matched...
Sometimes it is the ever expressed falling- not tumbling, tripping-but falling into depth-less, unbounded places of vulnerability with no promise of safety-just fearless, visceral connections of something unrehearsed.
Sometimes it is powerful unmatched passion that demands to be expressed in ways of it choosing and we must dare to set it free and trust where it will take us.
Sometimes love...
Signed
M.
By Monica Handy
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