Here, in quiet the frost of winter.
See.
Look.
A glow.
Just standing.
Here.
Through the Snow.
Soft, a light.
Steady.
Here.
A light, to see by.
Come, near.
A soft love, that shines.
Bright.
Such a guide.
A miraculous light.
Love.
It’s always here.
You can't always see it, but it never disappears.
Love.
Always lending a kind, gentle ear.
Loves music is the best you'll ever hear.
Love.
Never rude.
Never late.
Waits.
Love.
Never dissipates.
Love.
It
stands guard. It makes soft things out of hard.
Quietly, working, always, gentle, good.
It does not push.
Though often times misunderstood.
It, love, ever present, surrounding, now.
Eternal.
Love.
The surest guide, you'll ever have.
Lighting your heart up, hour by hour.
Look within, and find the light.
Love, burning, constant, bright.
Oh, how beautiful, pure, and true.
It never falters.
Always, making new.
Love.
A blessing without end.
My very best friend.
Love.
Asks you to give up, anger and greed.
Asks you to love, love, and plant loving seeds.
Love.
I see you.
How beautiful you are.
My greatest protection.
My treasure unending.
My dog star.
A power that never fails.
Nor rusts, or dims with time.
It lives, forever, paints itself within even a humble rhyme.
A trust, a hope, a well that goes deep.
The softest truth, that wakes hearts that sleep.
Healing, always mending.
It molds, to life, it is unending.
Soft, warm presence, my greatest truth.
Love.
Exists.
It’s energy is still here with me, that is my proof.
Here it lives, and breathes, and moves.
Here it dwells, so soft and good.
See it, invisible, with your heart.
Watch it create a flame, a spark.
And soul by soul, it is Reborn.
And love's kingdom is restored.
So here tonight, I wish to say.
Thank you to love.
For it always finds a way.
It is the oil that never runs out.
Love’s echo, always is heard, its sound, may be soft, but it’s more powerful than a shout.
Love is stronger than fear or hate.
Love has no expiration date.
It doesn’t grow old, nor cease to be.
If it is real.
It renews, everything.
It doesn’t measure, and that is its power.
It doesn’t keep track.
Nor get tired, because of the late hour.
It doesn’t feel greed, because it is enough.
It knows that God is lord of Heaven, and earth.
Love,
Trusts itself.
And knows its truth.
And knows the endless width of its worth.
It alchemizes and changes all it is given, its creative force, creates, and remembers it is heaven.
Here love shows you its alchemical power, a butterfly that emerges, at the11th hour.
Love, unfolds itself for you to see.
A light, here.
Within you, and me.
God is beautiful, now and forever.
A love, that is faceted, every moment, it creates, builds its garden bower.
Befriending everyone, loving all its foes.
Love, expands, and just grows, and grows.
How beautiful.
To feel and know.
That I have a friend that never goes.
A heaven.
A light.
A lamp post.
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