‘Love came’
Love does not shout its name
Though the cross is a megaphone
to rouse a deaf world
Love is likened to a rose
as it gradually unfurls
Releasing its scent into the air
fragrancing the atmosphere
Lightening the hearts of all
who inhale its heart
and are in its thrall
Love whispers soft in dreams
Causing a swift awakening
It seems ethereal as mist
and lingers long
like a wanton kiss
Betrayal may bring it out
when deep feelings inside
emerging as anger, surge
from one to another
Love came and gave its all
to a world still sleeping
With a hammering and a bleeding
seal stamped on wood
Nailing itself to those unheeding
who could turn a blind eye
to a tearing in their sky
Love may have seemed to disappear
But it stayed in all hearts
who welcomed it here
©JoyLenton2015