The Path

love is so hard beyond not easy

which makes its reward so great

it never flows like a river rush

or climbs above winds like a wing

singing through cotton clouds

or rising through a gentle mist

forgetting what sadness brings

yet we crave it, need it,

can’t live without it

reap it, seep it, bleed it

try hard to sometimes sow it

but rarely realize it’s worth

its path is troubled and sideways

stumbling over boulders and

slipping across moss and mud

wandering through wild flowers

and skating across a frozen pond

yet no matter the crazy path it takes

winding through life in gaping wonder

love is really all there is to behold

to fill our hearts with splendor