Is Love Mundane

Is love mundane as it mingles with the masses and the multitude? Prosaic as it plays among the plethora of the plenty? Everywhere teeming, like cicadas' mating call seething Shimmering with the soft slip of the breeze of the midsummer's Evening. Even the trees and their leaves weaving in wind Do bring everlasting love life light when they spin Yes. It is everywhere among everything and this should not Make it more common but more grander a thing As ocean loves land exploding against it And a thousand million sand particles nestle in ancient bedrock Embrace. And a sentry of ants guards the queen's sticky palace Everywhere it is and this should not cultivate contempt But hurry on worship As love's temple is set down among the smallest of things Look there's its altar a plane of grass fed by the wind And the the beasts they bend down, they feed, freed of their sin A carnal communion, love's substance transferred again And God's sun he looks down because we can see We can't see what he sends. A love that makes everything Alive one more day before end. One more day before end.