May: On Love
May 4
Today's reflection was inspired by the poem "Hyla Brook" by Robert Frost.
There is a type of love out there. A love that love does not and will not tolerate ideals of perfection or expectations of permanence. No, instead it exists and thrives in the fleeting moments and in our flaws. This love’s roots grow deeper as the bearers age and are wind-stricken and suffer storms and are changed by time in the ways that only time can change us.
This is the love that exists solely for you to love others for who they are—nothing more, nothing less. When the brook is rushing and babbling in spring and the frogs are splashing, and when it is dried and empty in the heat of summer, carpeted with dead leaves.
Through it all and always.
