Sometimes it rushes in
Like the pounding of the waves-
And there is no doubt about it being there.
Sometimes it brushes past
Like a balmy summer breeze-
And leaves you refreshed for having passed by.
Sometimes it tiptoes in
Like softly falling snow-
And quietly stands beside you
To surround you with wonder
and a sense of belonging.
Sometimes it brightens up an otherwise dull day with laughter.
Sometimes it cheers up an otherwise sad day with a hug.
Sometimes it clears a rattled head with common sense.
Sometimes it calms an angry heart with patience.
Sometimes it is totally silent with understanding.
Sometimes it turns away – and pretends not to see.
Sometimes it is acceptance – and just letting be.
Love is always-
Caring enough about another
To make life better for them.
(by Violet Groth Vaca)