Love is like a stone skipping upon still water,
it only touches reality intermittently,
more and more frequently until, without momentum,
it sinks to the dark depths of life.
A stone may float upon water
if its connection to reality is broad enough,
and in heart it is light enough, unburdened,
then love can be sustained, woven securely into life.
Love does not bare the strain of hardship,
we do, in our perceived ideal of love, for
tis we who let love down, break its perfection
in the disrespecting of it, taking it for granted.
In time stones become smoothed,
weathered from life, and in that understanding
loves address more meaningful,
as we become less resistant to its needs.
In age we realize the power and rewards of love,
its potential eternal and its promise
the depth of all life, appreciated and undertaken
with an endlessly unconditional commitment.
Love is like a stone and we its substance,
exploring light and darkness
in the name of love itself,
for loves sake and for our own sating.
Tony DeLorger © 2016