Love is in everything
That builds up, not
Tears down. It accepts
All of the person, the
Flaws as well as the
Good points. This is
What makes love love.
It’s the most powerful
Force in the universe.
Like the great teacher
Said, love the person
Next to you as yourself.
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
Persons who are are aware of alone
And competent to speak
In the space of solitude
Make it possible for themselves
And others
To find the value of the human world
Wordman of Alcatraz 