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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