Wild Love

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11213
United States
40° 40' 19.9668" N, 73° 56' 20.1156" W
Love is not a soft warmth that blossoms,
Nor butterfly wings that flutter,
Nor a pulse that races,
That is affection, attraction,
but not love.
 
Love is not so tame.
 
Love is not primal,
But the complete defiance of primal,
Selflessly sacrificing,
Furiously protecting.
 
Love is not primal; it is wild.
 
Deeper than any ocean,
Swelling with passion,
Crashing over imperfections
Spraying words of yearning
Reaching relentlessly for the shore of our attention,
   Even when ignored.
 
More powerful than any storm,
Pouring its power into our veins,
Rumbling promises of eternal loylaty,
Striking our insecurities,
Ripping up the old to make way for the new,
   Maybe that's why we fear it.
 
More present than the wind,
Whispering words of intimacy in our ears,
Wailing at our continual definace, yet,
Whipping aside our mistakes,
Moving in the world around us,
   Though we do not see it.
 
Mysterious as the universe,
Boundless and unknown,
 
Patient as the rocks,
Watching the years roll by and weathering our aggression,
 
Undefinable as the song of the forest,
Understood only be experience,
 
Yes, love is wild.
 
And He chooses to draw near;
Unceasingly pursuing us.
 
Wild love collides with a world of cages to usher in freedom.
 
He whispers "Come."
And he breaks our locks and sends our walls crashing down,
And in our vulnerablity,
We stand unobstructed.
 
He whispers "I have something to show you."
And we open our eyes for the first time,
And it's beautiful.
 
He whispers "You're something special."
And He washes over us.
 
And we understand wild love.
 
And we are free.
 
 

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