Love

I saw Love on the road
her long hair gathered in strands
her youthful face some what distraught
I greeted her before inquiring what was wrong
Young one she whispered who deserves love?
I thought back on what I was taught
No one I replied.
Huge amber orbs pooled with blue gazed into mine.
Who then needs love?
I looked to the mountains and the sea
I glimpsed the birds and the trees
I saw a man walking with his son
a woman kissing a lady
and in the rain teens laughing, dancing crazily wearing the strangest things
I replied fairly certain.
Everyone.
And that is when Love grasped my hand her skin warm and cool startled me.
Come she said pulling me toward an unknown path.
Where are we going?
She would not reply we ran through fields
and flew through clouds
she then turned back to me.
From where do you speak?
My heart and mind I instantly replied.
This would not be sufficient for others of your kind have you asked God?
Glancing passed her I saw a rainbow in the place where rain was before.
God is every where and those who taught me knew him as my heart knows him
if we were wrong wouldn't he show us?
Love watching me began to twirl the colors in her hands
I reached to stop her but she pulled away.
It is not so easy to blindly believe,
while others question
afraid, uncertain
change becoming a fearsome monster in their minds.
Let us go speak with the Lord.
Sadly I looked at Love.
Do you not know he does not speak on demand?
He speaks of his own volition.
And she laughed a melancholy laugh.
Dear one even so mustn't we try at least once?
And so she called in her sweet shrill voice
through the dales and rivers
and the stones
before a wizened man appeared
his graying beard drooping toward the ground as he walked toward Love and I.
He stroked his bead contemplatively while Love and I maintained the silence.
When he spoke his voice was like honey and gravel blending together in a strange tone.
Love please do not fret you are not threatened
and then
Child it is not for me to tell you the ways of love
I taught of love not of hate
make of what you will
but the bible is just a book written by man
and I'm afraid it may have some mistakes
but when you think about it so too must other old tomes
religions always has its fanatics trust your heart
live with love
that's all I can say.
Before I could reach for him he bowed his head and walked down the hill we nestled upon.
Love stared at me a moment longer.
Do you think me foolish that I fear being consumed by hate?
I shook my head.
Dear Love sometimes this world doesn't seem to cultivate you well
but you mustn't fear
with people like me in this world
you'll always have a place here
go back to your realm
the place where your sit
reading in alcoves just outside the heavenly gates
hopefully one day I'll see you again.
With that I strode away
moving branches and climbing over stones
running through cricks
and knowing the truth in the words that had been spoken.