I heard her ask, “What is the definition of love?”
The definition of love?
No such thing
Only definitions
As Ingersoll spoke of the ocean
And the Bible
Love is the same
When one stands on the edge of the sea
To gaze at its wonder
He receives the echo of his own self
His thoughts, moods, and experiences
When one opens the pages
Of the book called, “Holy”
He sees in that god
His own character reflected
And finds the Jesus who he is seeking
The one he himself is
For the kind
God is found gentle
For the viscous
They happily discover Jesus’ words in the Gospel of Luke,
“But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them,
bring hither, and slay them before me.”
And then smile, thinking within their mind,
“How ironic it is that Jesus was so much like me the whole time.”
This is the meaning of love
Rather the meanings
Only a fool believes there is just one
Definition
Of the meaning of love
Or of life
When you stand on the edge of the sea of love
You will find naught but yourself
Crashing back at you
Your own answer in the foaming waves
The love you find in life
Can have no fire
But that provided by your own spark
Within
And if the definition you find
Does not suit you
Or if you find the answer to the question
“What is the definition of love?”
Wanting
I suggest that you change the definition of your own self
So that the music made by the sound of crashing waves
When you stand at the edge of the sea
Loses its dissonant and unpleasant tone
So much so
That when the blue deep, in all its glorious fury, smiles at you
You can smile back
At the meaning of it all
What is the definition of love?
I have my own
What is yours?
Fill in the blank
-Copyright 2014, Luke Austin Daugherty- All Rights Reserved
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