Love

Not having love is an ugly kind of lack.
Because you don't know what you're missing

And you can't quite grasp
What you've never held.

Like a body that never felt the sun.
Or a fish that never saw the ocean.
Or a house plant that never tasted fertilizer.

You see others living loved
You hear their gusty song

And you wonder
What's wrong with me?

Love.

Really not essential for survival
But truly essential for thriving.

Love the ones you meet
You may be the only way
They discover what they lack.

And turn
And find

The Source