Love Sick

I am love sick.
We are a love sick people. A love sick species.
We are starving for the thing we were designed for and designed by.

The wounded will not come to you if all you do is stand with your hands open to catch their blood.The broken will not come to you if all you do is count how many pieces they broke into.

The unloveable will not come to you if all you do is see what they see. The shameful will not come to you if all you do is shake your finger, even in the disguise of love.

The lost will not come to you if all you do is sit on your high throne and point them in the direction they should go.

You say that you love, and yet the wounded, the broken, the unloveable, the shameful and the lost are not coming to you, in fact they are running away.

My question is show me HOW YOU LOVE.

I believe in a fierce love. A love that is willing to sacrifice and willing to rescue. A love that puts others not only before itself but above itself. I believe throgh the eyes of love the lame will DANCE, the blind will have eyes as clear as crystals and will SEE things those with sight cant. I believe the mute will SPEAK, even if it starts with a whisper. Love is dangerous and it is worth fighting for.