This word love can be cemented in alpha like scenic areas
Pacing down yellow brick roads
recreated to see the colorful mixologist touches on exotic beverages
Or created to be a havoc in someone’s world
This word without action can show the most unfilling desires taking place,
Not realizing your more than a word you are in fact life.
And life is love
Love being four letters and four arguably representing the salt of the earth. Saltines for the hungry and ebsom salt for our aches and pains. Perhaps the salty looks we give when love recedes its questioning hairlines.
Or the salt we feel when we gave it our all and it still wasn’t enough.
Maybe the sea salt in the ocean to clear out some impurities in our temple.
To wash away the old and welcoming the new.
Perhaps remembering what was and embracing what is now.
Salt baths mixed with some fresh milk for purification.
Love is righteous.
The Deacon board somely swear the beauty of life in you is in all of us.
Kneed crackled kneecaps falling at the alter once remembering love lives in you when love have consistently failed you.
What to do?
Is your God listening or is your own God in you waiting to be woken up soon?
Pick a bed.
One that can be your gravely idled emotions soaking in a puddle of tears for someone you can’t save or a bed lovingly to have peace in knowing you loved yourself well enough to know tomorrow is a faith driven source you believe in.
In the meantime you grind for the love of the life you have.
Kicking down doors where ever you go because your self influence give others peace in you knowing you are power to be reckon with.
Love is power
telekinesis that feels those energetic sources deep down in your diaphragm reminding you he still lives there.
He gave you the power.
The love of your life that’s no longer here.
But granted he gave you something infinite you can take with you.
You might cry now but later you’ll see the blessing.
May God and Goddesses around the world know this beautiful spectrum of the greatest force known to man.
The power of love.