Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Love, Only Love

Circumstances had taken their one and only. 
A youngster killed during a tragic storm. 
With wrenched hearts mourned.
A miracle child was lost.
The world moved on without them.
 
One day the clouds showed a ray of hope.
Life would never be the same but
They knew they could still love
 
A troubled and abused child entered their home
Angry and scared
Attack his defense
He didn’t understand these people
They spoke words like
Care, security, freedom, love
All so foreign
 
When his protective shell was probed, he acted out
They loved him anyway
They offered kindness
He parried with sarcasm
The extended understanding
He deflected with indifference
 
His soul remembered a time he believed in love
It is how a child thrives
How he wished they really were who they claimed to be
But adults only disappointed at best
Crushed at worst
 
Love is a beacon
A candle in the rain
It never stops its pull
Love, only love
 
Why do you love me?
Because we are full of love for you
You are worth it
How can I trust you?
Love always seeks the best even when the object of love doesn’t see the best
What if I disappoint you?
We will love you anyway? We don’t want perfection. 
 
Slowly, love’s purity soaked through the wall
A shattered heart began to mend
Wholeness was restored
How can I repay you?
Do unto another as we have done for you
 
Each life is hope for another.
Your story can be the beacon, the hope for a broken, fallen world
Let your tragedy become triumph
Love, only love
 
Duane Windell Phillips
Copyright November 2016

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