Love Remains

Love is not a lonely island— not the silence between two chairs, but the song sung in unison across a shared table. It is celebration, not separation; a dance where both souls move in rhythm, not apart but entwined. We know love because God did not shout from across eternity— He came close, whispering, I am with you always. Not once. Always. Presence, not absence. Bridges, not walls. Love builds roads where feet can meet, hands can hold, and voices can linger. But where silence reigns— where hearts retreat behind fences of conflict, confusion, chaos, and cutting off— even divine intention is left waiting at locked gates. True love speaks, stays, shares, and settles. It doesn't run at the first crack in the glass— it mends, because communion was always greater than convenience. Where there is love, there is the will to be with, to be known, to be kept— and to keep.