Yes, it’s true, I’ve joined the “700 Club”! Oh, wait a sec… actually, this is a poem that Pat Robertson would do well to read, since he’s all about putting down anyone and anything he doesn’t understand, and using God as an excuse. He makes the phrase “bully pulpit” come to life in a new way… So let’s talk about love, shall we?

Love is Not/Love is

Love is not the flip side of hatred
Love is not a sexual act
Love is not what your parents told you
or what your friends brag about
Love is not locked up or meant to be hoarded

Love is friendship to the nth power
It’s giving up what you cling to in the world
for the sake of helping another
Turning your back on Honey Boo-Boo in favor of
cradling abandoned crack babies in the NicU
It’s holding hands that are colder than yours

Love is vast as creation
Warmer than bread fresh out of the oven
More beautiful than your granny’s eyes

Each day we are given the chance
to show love to others
Love is the only thing that can heal our fractured world,
and it starts with each one of us.

Fling wide open your arms
Dance to the sacred rhythm
Unlock that latched love and give it to the world

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Poets United, where Kim Nelson was looking for poems about locks. I wrote this earlier today before encountering her prompt, as though the planets were in alignment! Also “in the margins” at my poetic Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Peace to all, and let the love begin. Amy