. . . is it still love?
Of course,
there can be nothing else.
There are times when the flow of the water is too great
for the river to contain.
Banks burst,
the planes flood,
destruction is everywhere,
But once the waters subside and the flow has calmed again
we see how clean and clear and fresh everything is.
(Look out, life is coming!)
All the debris and dead wood of the past swept away to leave the fresh
readiness of this season's new growth.
Is that not the hand of Love?
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