"the language of Love..."

Love wanders
the earth
like light

wherever She goes
there she is...

radiant,
suffusive,
expansive,
illuminative
light...

there is no
darkness in Her path,
in Her periphery,
in where she has been,
in where she
is going...

search as She
might for what she
has never seen

she cannot find
the absence of
Herself..

there is only the
Light
that
She is.

She speaks,
but her words are filled with
softness and
strength,
tenderness and
flexibility.

She has no words for
what she is not.

How could she describe
what She has never
seen,
felt,
heard,
known...

Love speaks
in a language of
kindness,
Her fingers dance,
and weave letters
and syllables that are
never sharp or
dismissive,

Her syntax is
full of comfort,
like the reliable rhythm of
the sea's ebbing and
flowing...
ebbing and flowing

kindness begetting
kindness,

love,
giving way to
more love.

Love's language can
only describe
what Love sees
and Love
sees
only
the radiant light of
her own
being.

Let
me walk
in the light of
Love's
radiance...

and speak only
Her
words..

let them
fill my
mouth with
blessings...

and my
heart with
light.