Why is love…

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