I put my mind to a mystery
About the feelings we call love
Does God hold a store?
Where he slowly gives it out
Or is it always within reach?
Are we are the ones with limits
Slowley absorbing a little at a time
It seems that way sometimes
Especially when we lose love
The loss tears us apart inside
And doesn’t leave enough love to give
But it’s supposed to come back
Not so pleasant feelings creep in
To fill in the void left in a heart
And we beg for feeling to return
To replace the cold trying to settle in
It takes a slow soak in thankfulness
To help remove the numbness
We want to be good stewards
With a directive to meter it out
To those it belongs to
But love goes where it wants
It isn’t easily directed
The Rational Element 