A place of love

If there is a place of love

Then most surely it must dwell within this heart

And also from a mind that chooses

Not to close the door on pain

But rather to listen with an open ear

To find what can be gained or wound us

To suffering that we create in our response

To those forces around us

That can so often be loveless

And how will we then relate then

To the locked mind

The closed door

The clenched fist?

Will we turn towards it eyes of love

Trusting in the gifts that fall

Like blessings above

Upon a heart that can learn

To understand

What stands under this

Unspoken and wordless

Will we choose to open the door

Or close our hearts to love

Clench our fist and scream to heaven above

Or will we instead

Choose to surrender to love?