Wherever I travel, I always run into people who express that one wish on their journey and that longing is for the experience of love. The inner desire to socialize, associate, and experience companionship that is uplifting, inspiring and elevates the spirit to find meaning and value to existing each day. That emotion may put a smile on one’s face and bring color into perceptive of what might have been viewed in black and white. Love can be that emotion which may bring warmth and melt those bitter feelings of loneliness and despair. Love has been said to influence one forward towards a passionate attachment to growth, maturity and enlightenment.
Love may be a word that sounds so easy and sometimes over used, but the act of love can have profound strength that can spread tenderness, pleasure, and devotion between individuals and groups. Love is an act that does not come effortlessly easy; it requires willingness and a course of action of consenting permission from the heart. It is an act that requires exerting energy and effort. If given the opportunity, love can defuse hatred; it may bring on agreement which encourages acceptance of different points of view. It can convey appreciation of the gifts others may provide.
When I read an article or book that strongly expresses an act of love that touches my heart; I too, want that experience and may attempt to search for it. That which is good and feeds my spiritual need for hope to cross the bridges of uncertainty that may surround me at times.
As I walk along in my journey, sometimes, I get a sneak preview of my life coming together like a jigsaw puzzle, and it seems like it is the little moments within uncertain turns in time between a stranger, a friend, a family member or even a pet that can add up to several chapters within my lifetime that I may not fully be able to see or finish reading now, but once the journey is complete, reflecting on years of experiences, the novel of love that I thought I needed to search for has been lived each day.
Uncertainty may lead the way,
Along a path that seems disarray,
Jumbled quest, muddled I may say,
To an ending unfinished as of this day,
Each moment is like a bowl of clay,
To mold, shape and plan I will pray,
Certainty, my stage of dreams will play!