Love has always been present.
When free will is hijacked, Love reveals sacrifice.
When oppressed, Love hopes.
When sorrow visits, Love weeps.
When depression hits, Love understands.
When anxiety surprises, Love breathes deeper.
When insomnia robs your sleep, Love gives rest.
When loneliness moves in, Love visits.
When fear threatens, Love calms.
When storms scream, Love anchors.
When imprisoned, Love hopes.
When your voice is silenced, Love sings.
When exhaustion burns, Love serves.
When confusion gets loud, Love delivers.
When dis-ease spreads, Love heals.
When war roars, Love whispers life.
When betrayed, Love remains faithful.
When shame demands hiding, Love calls you by name.
When grief mourns, Love leans in.
When forgiveness is not in sight, Love takes the first step.
When strength is gone, Love carries.
Love has never been absent.
Only unseen.
It has always been present in joy and sorrow, in certainty and doubt, in birth and death, in every ending, and in every beginning.
Love is the quiet presence that refuses to abandon life.
Patient enough to remain.
Gentle enough to wait.
Courageous enough to suffer.
Faithful enough to endure.
Love has always been present.
The sacred work is remembering what has always been true.