In love we are enriched
but when love fades
we loose the commitment to enrich one another
people become inventory
to be used at will
a resource for amusement
an object to vent anger on
a life to be thrown away
Oh, what is love
that so much depends on it?
over what worlds upon worlds does it reign?
If we could but love
how rich we would be!
as rich as we truly
Abuse - the ownership of a human being...
makes demands, but do we have the right to make
demands in the name of love?
If love is born by
joy in the beauty of another, how can we ask for
more? Yet we do ask and demand 'more' in countless ways.
We "own" the one we love, betrothed to
us to "have" and to "hold."
Oh, how hard it is to but simply love, to enrich another
asking nothing in return, to be born up by joy
alone that reflects a rich truth.
not merely, to be free, but also to be free to love as love was defined in Gethsemane:
"meeting no return, but still remaining love," our
love enriching the world.
In this we are enriched.
Without it we are poor.
the living art garden
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love
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