A long and simple poem — “Love, Pure Love” — has been coming to me in pieces over the years. Today I took a long hike with my little notebook, and here are today’s pieces. The first three photos below are also from today’s hike.
Love, Pure Love, Continued
Some feel blessed, and some feel used
but love, pure love is my refuge.
Some are chill and some are wary,
but love, pure love’s my sanctuary.
Some are scared and some are brave,
but when I love, I am saved.