There’s something in the sound of a familiar voice,
something in the sight of a smiling face,
something in the feel of a gentle hand
laid lightly upon the shoulder in passing.

There’s something in the view of bright sky beyond the horizon,
something in the way the light breaks through the edges
of the last dark clouds trailing the end of the storm,
something that seems like hope forming in the aftermath.

There’s something about the caring of strangers,
willing to share in both the danger and the recovery,
the effort of many miles traveled
and the bringing of those things so needed for the healing.

There’s something in us that runs deeper than arguments,
that’s stronger than opinions,
something deep and moving, strong and giving,
something that makes the living in a world like this

bearable,
shareable,
endurable,
sustainable.

Something given from the Source,
something bearing the very image of our Creator,
something made very real in the offering of our Redeemer,
something that moves in all that is truly good, pure, righteous, and holy:

something called “Love.”

H. Arnett
3/21/19