Love like days bowing to dusk, always in the motion of surrendering to trust. Without guile, Love like a newborn’s smile; the ease of a heart receiving more than it dreamed. Love like life itself is an altar to revere every small beauty as it parades near. Love like sea and sky meeting, and fruits on branches offered up for eating. Love like silence for the one who made us, the one to whom we owe every rest. Love at the start, middle and end of every moment, in laughing and in weeping, in filling and emptying, in readying for the always more, don’t close the door,  on every floor of Love.