By Donna

Love IS here to be found.
Among the drumming staccato sound of gunfire
beyond the city’s architecture once admired,
echo laughter from the joyous lovers
planning a wedding this upcoming summer.

And why not be joyous...
living the life and wanting the gold standards,
Or to blissfully crave something similar
even when death is constant and intimately familiar.

It is in this country of many souls
that no one religion can take hold.
Where several voices loom to state their case
anchored to family nailed down to their faith.

Visible commonalities fueled by attraction or
romantic notions sparked from ambiguous contradictions.
When nurtured, attraction grows into something much more worthy—
it grows into Love.
It stands face to face, toe to toe, see eye to eye, and fit hand in glove.

Love.

Some people will never experience it.
Others fall short, or be cursed by it.
And for the lucky ones
be forever changed because of it.

The precocious less fortunate
recognizes its worth and NOT
live in a chronic state of disaster
but rather trust, because it is the will of the Creator.

Love-IS-HERE-to-be-found.

The future stands tall and steadfast
as do the posture of the nervous Private’s back
straightened by courage.
How precious the concept of Love, delicate but built to flourish.

When Love is discovered in the soul of another
it proves the possibility to find it in ourselves...and in our brothers.
We express it beautifully through art,
feel it deeply in our ideas, collectively or in parts.
Love will fill the void and feed the hungry
giving all permission to live peacefully in any country.