Love is Infinite with Limits

Love is Infinite with[in] Limits

Love, an emotion all of us feel

If you do not, surely you do not feel.

We all love.

We love the near and the far, the sharply keen and the distantly obscure.

Many of us love an unseen power that is hard to explain.

Stories and narratives bolstering our purposes, our reasons

To live, to love

Some hate the unknown or seemingly obtuse or reckless God,

gods

fates

Some see no reason to posit trust in such an One.

Others love the thought, the notion, the worship of such a Holy cause.

We love to disagree, or hate to.

We cannot all agree how love works.

We love freedom to choose, freedom to live.

We love people and thoughts, possessions and memories.

We love too much or too little.

Some love is unrequited.

Some love is lost.

But all love is counted.

Because love is infinite, endless, limitless.

Until there is none.

Yet most of us see it and feel it surge and resurge.

Love is there.

Love is a power

that goes on.

Can love die?

Love can change, but it will not end.

It will not die.

Even we, those who love and loved, will not die.

One does not have to believe in love to know

Love is forever

Love is eternal

Love is endless

Love is poetry

It cannot be vanquished

By anything, not even hate, nor even death.

Love goes on and on.

As does the life of our souls.

We love them, and we have been loved.

We are forever.