We often think of love as an ocean;
something we all can fall in;
we’re rarely consumed with devotion;
tho that is where love needs begin.
Love may come in different incarnations;
many are drawn, by another’s beauty;
others bound, through divine supplications;
even some others, prompted by duty.
Most think of love as simply emotions;
we are simply all that we feel;
others, paint their bodies with lotions;
as tho scents, make love real.
Few understand that love is a season;
a drawing of energies, together;
that love that binds, for the right reason,
tends to unite forever.
Love, like life, creates joy and pain;
for all tides have an ebb and flow;
from fear of that pain; some refrain;
but, love generates power to grow.
Often with love, we draw a wrong conclusion;
when it seems the universe is pulling apart;
the Master’s love provides the solution;
for love, in reality, is God’s beating heart.
All would be empty without love’s power;
love is the gravity, uniting for a reason;
causing God’s children to blossom and flower;
for Love is the harvest season.