Love Is The Answer

Questions linger, floating freely

Dreams are choppy, strange, and foggy

I look around at the daily dull

With visions of somewhere much more full

I never thought this is where I'd be

Unsure by everything I see

Yet sure of the love God has for me

Thankful for each moment I am free

The price was high for the love I have

I stop to think how much it cost

So sharing this love is the answer here

For if not for this love, I would be lost

A poem is like a rosebud, like Russian nesting dolls, like anything small and compact that contains multitudes. Or like one of those plastic capsules that, dropped into bathwater, dissolves to produce a large foam dinosaur. Poems are deceptively expansive.
-Dyana Herron, Image Journal