Love springs eternal bubbling up, spilling out
coating everything within reach, wanting
our belief that it will be enough to save us.
We are told love conquers all, but where’s
the truth in that when there are wars
between nations, within cities, among families?
When the power of love
can be gunned down by hate.
How do we stand up for love, and hold onto
its capacity for healing through the
anger and ignorance that shouts
it into hiding? All you need is love,
but how will we clean our wounds,
protect our children, and keep each other safe
when there are those hellbent on choosing pain?
Love is love is love. How do we shine rainbows
bright enough to overshadow the ugliness?
How do we overwhelm the allure of a hate so strong
that there are people who elect to cast love aside
clinging to the tentacles of violence and discrimination?
Where is the love? It feels hopeless at times.
But love actually is all around.
A noun. A verb. Passive and active.
It is always there—patient and kind, loud and proud.
It is everywhere. In the face of all our colours.
In the embrace of all genders and abilities, all sexualities and races.
In the persistence of sharing knowledge and creating safety.
Love will continue on in all its forms gaining in strength, power, and
numbers. Love will find a way to erase the cruelty so that hate is no
longer an explanation, an excuse, just another part of daily life.
We are love, eyes wide open
aware of the uphill road we’re climbing.
Love is the start, the middle, the end and it will outlive us all.
We can be love if we allow ourselves.