Love Has a Name

22 Jul
The human condition clips on;
hubris dogs their every step,
everyone neglecting their source.

Love sees
involved invisibly in our regular suffering;
vivifying our very existence, and yet,
ignored by the masses.
No one, it seems, is paying attention,
going their own destructive ways.

When the fact remains;
One is tapping on our heart now, so willing to
recreate us from the inside out. Love
died, resurrected, and reigns. Let it in.

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Posted by on July 22, 2021 in Poetry


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