Love is there
Hiding under the compost in our backyard
Even when things smell
And you don’t want to go near
Love is there sending up poisonous vapours
From beneath where
Hate buried it under ashes and food scraps
Love may seem absent
But if you reflect on it deeply enough
You will find the empty space love left
When its longing to flow and connect
Was cut off
There in that compost heap
Love is working deep within our souls
To put things to rights
Often your expression of love is not mine
My expression of love is not yours
But love is still there
Can we let down our defences
Surrender our own perceptions
Just long enough
To find it?
Emerging From The Dark Night 