LOVE IS REST
Love is rest.
Actually, the only rest humans have.
And nothing is as exhausting.
And it is freedom.
And yet, nothing binds us as securely.
Therein lies love’s paradox.
Without love, it is as if one carried a burden
All the time and was prisoner to his loneliness,
No matter how free he is in his aloneness.
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Thank-you for sharing this poem. It ministered to me. It is how I feel about love.
This is exquisite, Gretchen.