Love cannot remain by itself - it has no meaning. Love has to be put into action, and that action is service. Whatever form we are, able or disabled, rich or poor, it is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing; a lifelong sharing of love with others.

Our life is all grounded and rooted in love, and without love we may not live.

This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down.

My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.

What we call love is in its essence reverence for life.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.