Why is love
torn and shredded
and disassembled
in songs sung
and lyrics cried?
Surely, love is
the compelling need
that points inside
and gives us hope
and give us certainty
in the shivering cold of life.
Why is love
filled with racking pain
and the agonies of loss
that call for more,
not engender less?
Certainly, love is
a tender rope
that ties us all
into the elusive dream
of being for the other,
of going beyond just self.
Why is love
the universal sigh
heard across generations
and throughout
the matrix of time,
and echoed in
the calls of faith
and in people
as ordinary as us?
26/9/2016