Where is Love at work?

Every atom sings its presence.

Silence hums it.

Loud Beatles revival videos rock it.

The intimate touch of a soothing hand holds it.

The cry of seagull soaring in free air space cries it out on its way to fish feed.

The swishing grasses as wind passes whisper it.

The little boy’s shrieking as cold hose rinses saltwater off tanned body.

In girl and grandmother hugging a fat old tree beside the lake.

Can you see it?

In the joining of hearts in small meetings everywhere that no one else sees,

That sharing of timeless time,

Love can be seen by the naked eye.

 

 

Author: Catherine W. Scott

Grandmother, seeker, writer, fun-lover. I live by the sea in southwest France beside my daughter Leslie. Writing fiction has become joy and teacher. It is diving into one's heart to find stories, characters, ideas. That mysterious within holds wonders worth the dig. Like Walt Whitman said: "I am large. I contain multitudes."

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