Where there is love, there will also be the warmth of the summer

Hugging all the aches that rest in your bones

Papering you with delicate designs of affection

Until you glisten like the rain drops on the petals of a red rose.

Where there is love, there will also be the still silence of midnight

Embracing the dark parts that creep to the surface

Brushing against you with perfect understanding

Until words left unsaid feel less heavy in your soul.

Where there is love, there will also be the softness of fresh snow

Sheltering you in wonder as you rest your frame

Painting all your fire with its shining crystals

So that where you walk, you leave a glittering trail.

Where there is love, there will also be the smooth sound of rain

Damping all your fear in its renewing draught

Watering every dry, bare branch that tries to bloom

Until you unfold like a peony- sudden and full.

Where there is love, there will also be the hard ground underfoot

Rooting you to the people who enfold you

With their shining starlight of compassion and praise

So that you know for certain you belong to them.