There Is a 'sully' Thing Called Love
There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!
Love is the Glue that keeps atoms from flying off together,
And ordinary people know, but don’t know how to tell you
That something magical’s at work, some Godly kind of Weather;
‘O! Love, if you were just a CAT, why THEN, we could just bell you!’
What makes Love so impossible? So hard, and so mysterious
To well define? (I cannot say, the thought makes me delirious!)
And yet, there must be some small way in which our sacrifices
… suffice to bring Peace, Nearness, and to thwart evil devices?
There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘Love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!
*I have created a word, and afterward, justified its creation and use. ‘Sully’ H.W. Bush is a service dog, whose picture went viral, when he laid down next to his former owner’s coffin. Many were touched by his demonstration, and so, perhaps there IS such a thing as ‘Sully’ Love! ;-)
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