Do you know the love you speak of so often,

do you feel it coursing through your veins?

Or do you speak to convince yourself ,

maybe if you keeping telling loves tale,

then love will find you too?

Do you question love,

demand that she show herself,

be present in you life,

alive and free?

What stirs you to keep telling the story,

to insist that all are included,

none forgotten,

none cast aside?

Can you connect to that stirring,

that longing,

that aching and somehow make it your prayer?

You could walk away, but you don’t,

surely fear doesn’t hold you that tightly,

so maybe you do know,

deep down,

and maybe that is worth clinging to,

worth fighting for….