Love is a word tossed
flat as a Frisbee
while we trade in
rom-coms, soap operas
and dance-worthy pop songs
either saccharine or lusty.
But what does true love look like?
It is verb, not noun:
It is the stranger fed
housed and clothed
Good Samaritan-style
no drumroll please
nothing fancy, simply
good old-fashioned caring
for a neighbor, defined as
another, anyone hungry
or in need of a hug
no translation required.
Love is never caged, fenced
or barbwired
neither is America First
a slogan
you’ll ever find
in a kingdom
soaked in the crimson
of a sacrificial love
that sent a savior
to the cross.
Love pulls its boots on
steps out into
the muck of the world
hands outstretched
asking, as God calls us to
What can I do to help?
Mark 12:30–31, Matthew 22:36–40