Life is a Gift/Love is a Verb

We don’t get to walk without wounds,

Or talk with words that have not been forged and shaped in the crucible of suffering.

Yet, still,

Life is a gift,

And love is a verb.

Fragile,

Yet beautiful.

Delicate,

Yet unwavering.

We don’t get to run without a limp,

Or dream and hope without the risk of weeping and being wounded.

Yet, still,

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.

Strong,

Yet vulnerable.

Powerful,

Yet self-giving.

We don’t get to dance without grief,

Or sing without a refrain of lament and loss.

Yet, still,

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.

To walk,

Talk,

Run,

Dream,

Hope,

Dance,

and Sing.

The sweet embrace of Life,

The sweet embrace of Love.

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.

-Swales