Once upon a time, there was nothing but love.

I start here and am not able to go beyond it…those words.  That vision.  That time when love flowed in between all the stones, and when love held the leaves on the trees.

I have found myself wondering what happened to that time, that place.  As I cry with the mothers in Illinois, as I pray for children who carry guns, who go hungry, who feel they were wronged some how, as I grieve for those young and old,  who hurt in their hearts and don’t know how to live with that hurt except to wound another, as I light a candle this evening and rage against ethnic violence, hate crimes, hurt crimes and just plain crime, I yearn to say these words.

Once upon a time there was love.  And it was enough.  It was enough for all time. 

4 Responses to “A love story”

  1. Jen Ballantyne Says:

    I understand what you mean darling. You don’t have to go on, enough said. I believe one day their will be enough love in the world again, there isn’t now, but there will be. Take care darling and get over here,where we can put our heads together and work out wonderful ways to spread more love to more people and places. soulsisterfromtheothersideoftheworld xxx

  2. Maggie Says:

    This is beautiful.

  3. Jena Strong Says:

    Thank you for this.

  4. shelbi Says:

    i am taking your hand into mine right now….and am in total agreement with all that you have said here. love should be enough….but oftentimes, it is not. if only it were true….what a beautiful world we would have.

    life always, your posts have inspired me to think and dream 🙂