It occurs to me now
How our soul is honed by love
Not the love of barter and exchange
But the love of inspiration
That changes a heart
To become a better person
You simply smiling, that is
Enough of the forever kindness
To fuel me for a quiet lifetime
There is no answer to the questions
We age, wander, wonder, mature
Until we accept everything
Like eyes on a shelf of time
Ready to empathizes and stumble
A little longer, every goodbye
Isn’t gone, it’s just the stirring
Of chatter, breath, blood, wings.
Wuji Seshat 
Sometimes words speak to a persons soul. Keep writing, your words are truly amazing.
Annie
Thanks for the comment Annie, I suppose all we can try to do is communicate something to souls of our own
Yeah. We tend to love.
I wonder what limits our ability to love.
Me too
you have such a beautiful thought in there…
I’m glad you could find something beautiful there