THIS IS LOVE

 

THIS IS LOVE



This is love-

not the fleeting whisper of the world,

nor the fragile warmth that fades with time.          

but the quiet, Steadfast, Presence,

that found me even before I knew your name.

 

This is love-

the one who walks beside me,

in the winding path of my vocation.

in every yes that trembles on my lips,

in every doubt you gently turn into trust.

 

This is love-

when my soul longs and aches for meaning,

You fill the empty spaces within me.

like light pocking through broken windows,

making even my wounds glow with grace.

 

This is Love-

When hunger rises deep within my heart,

not for bread alone, but for purpose.

you became my daily Potion,

the Bread that satisfies without end.

 

This is love-

You who shaped me in your wisdom,

who wove my uniqueness with tender hands,

turning my gifts into quit offerings.

reflections of your own beauty in me.

 

This is love -

a shelter in unseen battles,

a shild when I do not even know I am in danger.

Your unseen hands guarding my life.

Your presence my constant refuge.

 

This is love-

not earned, not measured, not lost.

but freely given, endlessly poured.

a love that calls me, hods me, sends me-

again and again, back to you.

 

And in this love,

I find who I am,

and who I am becoming

Held, chosen, and forever yours.

 

BRH Iriga, April 15, 2026

By: S. Ma. Atina Lani, RVM

 

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