We can talk about Love

all we want,

Philosophize,

Discuss and reason

 

Talk about how it should feel

Until it becomes so high and lofty

that it is almost un-real.

 

But Love, real Love, looks like something

It is practical

Down-to-earth

 

Love looks like:

Taking food to your neighbour

For their needs to be met,

Or welcoming an outcast

into your precious home

(Would you use your best tea-set?)

 

 

Love looks like:

Becoming a friend to someone unlikely

Or calling with encouragement

on the telephone

 

Love looks like:

Going to the streets

And searching out the lost

to find that one missing sheep

Whatever the cost

 

Love looks like:

Cold metal nails

Driven into pure hands,

One crying out

“Father, forgive them!”

While His blood pours

To the ground

 

Love doesn’t always look tidy

Love doesn’t always smell good

Love is not convenient

But Love we should

 

True Love propels to action,

It is faith in its outworking.

True love is not afraid

To get its hands a little dirty.

 

If we could just look past

the quasi-“love” that we’ve been sold

We would find that it is the most real thing

In this earth

It’s effects untold…