Before you understand the depth of love
You must be willing to ride the wave,
With salt water tangling your hair
And blinding your vision. You must risk
Crashing upon the shore and living
With sandy grit embedded in your skin.
Before you know love as the lone thing
That keeps the world in focus
You must expose your soul to hatred;
You must see it in the eyes of a rabid man who
Tortures the souls of those unlike himself.
You must hear it in the words spoken
With intent to damage hearts and stomp spirits.
You must push against injustice by shining
As if you are the sun itself.
You must allow the goodness residing deep within to rise
Like an ocean swell moving under wind and wave,
across directions, and miles unknown.
You must be the weeping love who holds
The listless fingers taking his last breath…
Love wipes her tears, takes another breath, and tarries on.
When you become the love of no complaint
You will understand love is not constrained in life or death.