Love Walks In Curves

 

Fear walks in straight lines. It lives inside ...

                ... hearts made small by abuse and torment
                ... smoky hovels pummeled by poverty
                ... crowds controlled by liveried purveyors of  religious truth
                ... arena knockoffs with bright,
                         artificial spotlights to hide the darkness
                ... even shadowy cathedrals crowded with distractions
                          that distract horizon born eyes

Love walks in curves. Intricate filigrees and sweeping horizons ...

                ... leaves, a surging multitude of greens

                          ... a fall twilight burst of yellows and reds

                ... a billion whispers in a spoonful of simple soil
                ... countless galactic sparkles
                ... wrinkles of spent smiles and forgotten tears
                ... the tickle of a bee's tongue ... the timeless folds
                          in a granite outcropping

Fear seems  a prolific breeder. Offspring spring forth in a myriad of shapes with slight surface resemblances ...

                ... anger sudden, smouldering, silent and shouting

                ... intolerance of colour, shape, creed, orientation
                          ... someone different
                ... arrogance of position, persuasion, possession or profession
                ... hypocrisy ... a living lie - often so long espoused
                         it becomes a "truth"
                ... depression ... the lethargic despair of monochrome

Love has confident children. Children with open hands, open hearts, unbounded vision, soil stained knees ...

                ... gentleness courteous and patient

                         when fear thunders and pummels

                ... kindness seeing Love's face in the ugly, the poor, those afraid
                ... enduring pursuit of goodness in evil's storms
                ... giving without account ... seeing through the curtains of time
                          and the tangible into infinity, eternity
                ... sitting with silent tears beside fear's bleeding victim

Fear is alone. It must find company ...

                ... converts who will cringe before the same monsters when

                          others see only flickers of shade

                ... the tiny, the weak ... those powerless to resist
                ... the crowd ... unthinking, destructive, trampling the silent green
                ... the noise of religious fervour, of raucous revelry,
                         fanatic supporters

Love is a numberless throng ...

                ... she smiles in the eyes of a child, a mother's kiss,

                         a grandfather's tear

                ... fashions infinitesimal uniqueness into each snowflake,
                         invisible mitochondrial chains to wrap a
                              pushing root hair with nourishment,
                         murmurs in a womb with knowing caress
                ... speaks to still senses ... fills them with a completeness
                         that can rest

Love casts out fear. 
     Love opens her arms with abandonment.
          Love believes.
               Love lives