At the Love-In

Perhaps the Love-In movement

was right. Maybe all you do need

is love…, love…, love.

Our World, wacky with the

piercing fangs of intolerance,

hate, mistrust, suspicions, anger,

rage-ahol, and general dislike

for that guy on the bus that smells

like he shit in his hat, might need

a little more love.

I like love. I like being in love.

I like being loved. You might say

that I love being loved.

It’s lovely. It’s lucky.

It’s not easy.

When it’s so easy to be angry,

to hate and fail to recognize

another human being for what they

are, is when we must remember to love.

It’s not implicit that we just forget

those that have transgressed against us and

failed to find their own love for us.

There are always evil people who do

not know what love is and are incapable

of expressing it. They cause pain and suffering

as an expression of their own pain and suffering

without love.

Those that forget their love, how to love,

what love is supposed to be, should be

pitied. We mourn for the loves we lost but

take comfort in the love they may have

found in the unknown.

Love is persistent, resilient and of

tougher stuff that we know.  It has

carried us to the heights of wonder,

the depths of depravity, and the

suburbs of pretty okay for

 a Wednesday.

The more we let love into our

hearts, the love of our collective

humanity; regardless of creed, color,

religion or odor, the better chance

we have to succeed as a whole.

Undivided.

Clothed in the loving warmth of the human

heart as expressed by, to and for each other.

The Love-In.