Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 2 Issue 6 September 2004
 

 

There Is Love
by Brenton Miers


If all who had lived had loved, There would be less pain. And the darkness that surrounds us, Would become light once again. If all who have loved, Had given it so free. There would be little sorrow, Yes, for you, and for me. For all, who cannot love, May we shed them a tear. For what they hold inside, Is imprisoned in fear. For all there is love, And love is there for all. When the body has failed, And you answer god’s call. There is love ........

 

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