Feel the sweet flood of delight for our loved ones,
they are truly a gift in our lives.
But I wonder, does our love stop here in the joy?
We have great gratitude for the gifts of nature
that support our life blood and bodies.
And yet, is there a place amongst the fields and rivers
where the love stops?
Let’s look together at our neighbors, our countrymen
and feel pride at our unity.
Can we say love stops here at the border?
Look at children everywhere,
in play, in fear, cared for, uncared for.
Does our love stop here in our wonder and sorrow?
Let’s open up wide to take in the horrors of violence and war
and people who are perpetrators and people who are victims.
Can we separate them out? Can we say, I love you, but I don’t love you?
Yes. We can say it, and we do say it, and the pain and fear continues.
But then, where is compassion? Does it end somewhere in our confusion?
Now dear friends, look carefully at a stranger,
one whose skin is a different color, one who practices another religion,
one who lives in poverty, one who has no home, no family,
one who has forgotten their heart.
Can we say love stops here in the differences?
Maybe it’s time for us to look within.
Have we forgotten our own heart?
Can we truly find the end of love?
Or can we stop and listen
to our breath
to our heartbeat,
to the life force flowing
through you and me
through stranger and friend,
through lover and hater,
through the newborn child,
and say to our selves,
I love you