Lustre
- Teresa Durran
- Dec 20, 2019
- 1 min read
Love can be dull;
A pull to the pedestrian and routine.
Hidden in little things, found
In the pause of a sound,
Heard in the breath of a word.
Love can be small;
A call only you can hear, between
The noisy and the still
Worldly whorls which fill
Your commonplace days.
It doesn’t have to be showy or big,
Love's purpose isn't to fix us.
Love is a light illuminating our path;
So dark and doubt can’t trick us
©
Teresa Durran 191113