Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Love Well

Love is like the deepest well.
Neighbors become a human chain,
linking arms with one another just to reach the water 
to draw a pale for a few to drink.
To ease the pain, to quench the thirst from desert days,
though, weary themselves from the bright sun’s rays,
love is like the one who ushers forth the weary without so much as a blink.
Would you love well at the deepest well?
We all want a drink. We all thirst for satisfaction.
We’ll all get our fill when we grasp that love is an action.
Love well.