Love is …

For some people, love is something you fall into like a lake or a mud puddle after the rain.

For some people, love is something you fall out of like a sandbox after the other pushes you one time too many.

For some, love is a fire that can only be put out by possessing the other and keeping them near to be used like an addict uses a drug.

For some, love is passion at first glance, the lust from your eyes down to the core of your down-there, like a promise of mind-blowing intimate experiences.

For some, love is like a rare flower growing in the wild or a life-enhancing medicine hiding in the bark of a tree.

For some, love is nurtured like a gardener fertilizes and prunes a rose bush.

For some, love is grown like a vine planted by hands (or Hands) unknown and tended by those who are drawn to its beauty.

For some, love is a dance of giving and sharing, coming together and pulling apart, like a symphony that blends diverse elements to create something whole and awe-inspiring.

For some, love is finding another reason to fulfill your vows and to be glad that your lover does the same.

For ME, love is all of this and more. I am one of those “some people” and, if I have learned anything, it is this:

Love is the one Holy thing that exists and  Love is the one earthly thing that matters above all else.

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(Dedicated to my wife, Barbara Gatewood, and the family she and I created together, as well as all those “some people” who feel love.)

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This post was inspired by the #Writing101 Class, 3rd day prompt — take one of the listed one words and write about it. It was written on a notepad over dinner while in Nashville, TN, on Tuesday, September 8, 2015.)