Without a Word: Love Thunders

Love thunders endlessly,

Relentlessly,

In the silent recesses of time and space.

Love's thunder,

Continually echoes and re-echoes,

Throughout the human realm,

Without a word,

Yet consciously or unconsciously,

It is recorded

In the heart and mind of man

Through out the course of history.

Love's thunder reverberates

Inside eternity's realm,

Inside time too, as we know it;

Love's heart beating,

At times, like a sorrowful, aching heart,

At other times,

Like a wildly excited, intensely throbbing heart,

Or a tremendously powerful, pounding heart.

Love's gentle thunder

Creates a never ending miracle,

A passionate, human romance; 

Yet, there is always

The relentless, pulsating sound

Of the divine heart, beating,

One that cannot be fully heard,

Or comprehended in total,

Much less contained by its maker.

Inevitably love's perpetual thunder

Must finally give way

To its own, unique, expansive energy,

Explode like dynamite,

Burst out of its own divine shell,

As it is ever predestined

To scatter its precious seeds,

Thus to be miraculously transformed

Into human thoughts and deeds.

Love's thunder invariably leads to human action;

A visible manifestation of its own, pure self;

Capturing love's unique perfection,

The endless task of humankind;

A seemingly impossible task;

It may be a responsibility far too large,

Much too evasive and mysterious,

For mankind to engage in

And yet, invariably love's thunder

Speaks plainly, without a word,

Enticingly capturing man's inner ear,

His innate desires

And finally, his longing heart.

Love's perpetual thunder

Presents a unique challenge

To all of humankind.

The full epiphany of love's thunder,

Forever waiting to be explored by man.

Listen closely;

You will hear love's thunder speak too,

Without a word.

Love thunders.

Love speaks, often without a word.