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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Cornish Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 7:22 AM
A touching and clever write---perhaps that's what makes love so "enchanting and elusive" and the wonder of how this elevated affection touches all animals - perhaps all living things - and perhaps those souls that have moved on.
Fairchild Avatar
January 31, 2019 at 7:28 AM
Thank You for your wonderful words! I think love touches everything, like an ocean touches all shores, and certainly, souls that have moved on.
La France Avatar
January 29, 2019 at 7:59 AM
Andrew, how deep and beautiful, I recall seeing that dog beside the coffin on TV, and that really touched my heart, animals like people feel love and so they must feel grief too, great write ~
Fairchild Avatar
January 29, 2019 at 1:55 PM
Thank you so very much! My cat (now gone ten years) grieved for the rest of his life, after his brother died. He never stopped looking around the apartment for him. So, you're right! They DO feel grief!
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