"And is it not an act of faith to love?"

Left to Wonder late thoughts on love Intending to speak the mysteries of Life I found myself in the midst of love And since they say these are unspoken sing That love is all and the meaning of life But can crush like stone or cut like a knife And left me here alone without a wife My children grown up bigger than me now As I wonder if I have anyone When I thought I had so many somehow Here at the other end I have begun To feel more and more like a broken thing Was my popularity illusion? Do those who said they loved me think of me And will those who said they would be there be? Is the afterbirth of love confusion? Intending to speak the mysteries of Life I find myself left to wonder why There are so many more questions about Love than answers yet more belief than doubt Blind love calls and we stumble blind who try To discover the insight by which we Wrestle with the riddle of unity And is it not an act of faith to love? +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX