Love Makes Me Big

The setting is a small cafe. I sit at a round table covered with my books, paper and tea. I am alone but I have my thoughts for company. All is quiet. All is still. 

I sit there in silence frantically writing down all that is within. 

The world is so vast. My mind cannot fully comprehend. 

There are so many words, thoughts, ideas, people, places. 

Though there is one force greater than all. The force I am pondering is love. 

Simple, beautiful, perfect love. It is all that holds this planet together. 

I am here in this small place dreaming of the rest of creation held together by one single thread. 

Yes, I can picture love as a cord. It is strong and links many together. It is great and overcomes. 

So much in this world is against love. The darkness pulls it down. It tears it up. It perverts and twists. 

But love is strong. It never fails. 

How small I feel in this hollow room. How small am I, yet love makes me big. 

 Love makes me big. I sense deep gratitude in my heart. 

I am thankful. I am big. I am loved.