Love

If love could be measured ..then science would have done it. There would be a formula, an equation, Einstein would have published a paper.. but there is no measure. Love is too fine, too vast, too varied, too intangible yet too real. It's not a particle or a wavelength, it has no flavour or colour. It's lighter than air, yet heavy as stone. It has the strength to move mountains but has fragile beauty like a butterfly. It can chain you or set you free, be in one place or be everywhere. It has nowhere it calls home yet it is home. It can be challenged, discredited, abused but.. it is rooted in truth, doused in joy and bathed in purity. Love can leave a seemingly unfillable space, an open wound, a longing, an ache, a sense of being lost. But when love finds us; we realise we have been pursued, gathered, reclaimed, salvaged, restored and returned to being fulfilled beings. Love is the answer and also the biggest question. Love has been part of us all and we hope it will be written into our future, but when it appears in it's full glory, it is always more present in the now, in the current moment, more than at any other time. Love may occasionally be fleeting, elusive and transient but it may nestle and burrow deep into our hearts to make a permanent residence. Our hope is in enduring, faithful Love. Sometimes Love burns brightly. Intensely. Too bright to sustain, beautiful non-the-less. Sometimes though, like a flame it flickers and dances, teasing it's shadowy light into the darkened room of our hearts. Other times often frequently unrecognised, sometimes opaque, undercover. Just a whisper in the ear. A seemingly innocent gesture. A smile. A glint in the eye of another. A few insightful poetic words. The warmth of a hand to hold.. Are all it takes to transform a human heart. In those moments we are captured, unfractured, enraptured by Love forever. Jinjagoliath 25th August 2023