Love is endless, love is pure
Love is something you can’t ignore
Love is a feeling you can’t explain
and even though it can cause pain
it’s something special, something treasured
something that cannot be measured
I think the only way to truly express it
is with all your heart out loud to say it…
…I love you.
– Rachael Eliz
I wrote that just over a year ago, and was reminded of it today as I dipped in and out of some Kierkegaard early this afternoon. And then entering a Religion class a fellow student asked me What is Love? Well there’s a philosophical question and a half. I’ve spent the last hour or so of my evening looking through the words of others, exploring what different people have said about love. Similar soul-speaking sentences…
Stewart Henderson writes for his love Carol, Love has no enemies for it has never declared war. Love breathes peace and inspires meekness. Love is married to gentleness and gives encouragement. Love walks the path of selflessness and gathers beauty. And Love is you, my Love.
Mary Oliver writes in Wild Geese that You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
In Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey William Wordsworth writes I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man: a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things.
D.H. Lawrence: Love, like the flowers, is life, growing.
Kabir describes love as The Sound… its network of notes has a structure as if a million suns were arranged inside.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7:
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Bits from 1 John 4:
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love… God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them… perfect love casts out fear… we love because he first loved us.
Love it seems can be described in many ways. I was perhaps wrong when I wrote my poem that time ago to say that it is something that you cannot explain. We could say that it is something which to explain takes an awfully long time, a heck of a lot of words perhaps, or feeling, or sound as Kabir puts it. But then it is true that expressing love, explaining one’s love for another can be said silently in a single moment, in a look, in a glimpse, in eye contact, in a hold, a touch. Maybe then love is something that doesn’t need to be explained. Love is Love. We don’t need to define it, for everyone experiences it in so many beautiful, glorious ways, and we all know it without needing to define it. However whatever opinion we have of defining love, some things are clear. Love is life. Love is all around us. Love is God.