The Face of Love
not imagined in clouds nor
sunsets washed with heavenly glow
nor in a wish or dreams -
not mountain shadows or
reflections in a still pond.
it is not born of anger
slashing from a deadly storm
nor vengeance with a fist to strike
or regrets that follow though
some may claim they might -
no favorites shown the easy path
to salvation ... because they that try
will find their way - must find their way
on their own
there is no God-like visage of its own
because it is seen in the face
of every being born - the innocence
of every baby creature
in their eyes and their peace
before one sin is etched or
one evil or worry worn;
there are no secrets and only one truth
which must be found within
the Holy Spirit of "Pure Love".
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