Monday, January 18, 2010


To love is fine and good, and better than
To hate and fear, yet love is not enough
If it’s mere sentiment without a plan
For action when love’s passages get rough.

Then love rolls up its sleeves and suffers pains
Of more than mere vicarious empathy,
And where one less than generous complains,
Love bears it out, digs deep, compassionately.

For love in action proves it’s love indeed
By giving of itself to those in need.