One can never have enough of love !

Ah yes....
And one can never have enough of kindness and of love.......

what if it were a cake, we would eat it forever.........
sigh with contentment.............be fulfilled with pleasure

We could share it with our neighbor,
just to see the joy as they also began to savor....

And every time, we took a bite...
another slice would appear, ah such delight !

For isn't that is the nature of love and of kindness.....
that it multiplies as it is shared ?

And if it were that cake, it would be magical.......
so that everyone who tasted it
would glow with the warmth of thousand  lamps,
lit with the very essence of love

never would it go stale,
never would it spoil,
for there would be people everywhere...
who hungered for even just one bite

And wouldn't that baker........
the one who made it....
be so loved? so revered?

And wouldn't the world be so busy.......
sharing this culinary delight that they would no longer care for things...
like greed, distrust, or aggression
for the taste of these to disturb
the pleasure of the taste of that cake,
upon their palette

what if it got into the water,
the crumbs spilled out upon the ground.........
the very earth would be in gratitude,
filled with the taste of this magical cake......

Ah, yes
I do not think
that one can ever get enough of love.........

What justification would there be for war?

There was a small child,

tucked in her bed............

dreaming her dreams,

they were simple dreams, as the dreams of children often are...........

What she would do 

as the sun rose........

What games she would play,

what treasures she would find........

An excitement to discover,

what the day would bring....

filled her tiny mind.

and brought an immense delight,

to the simplicity of her heart.........

Imagine....her surprise

to discover that today, she could not play outside...........

too many bombs falling,

skies blackened by smoke......

fear rampant in the eyes 

of the adults who were

her sworn protectors............

What excuse could they give her?

Those adults whose arms were meant to hold her safely,

whose hearts were meant to love her,

and all of the other innocents like her...........

What complicated justification could resonate?

with the simplicity of her mind...........

as to why, her joy, her dream and  the dreams of all the others, like her, should be so discarded......