Love Restored

Love is waxing cold here;
Love is growing old here.
Is it now something we are concealing?
We should be standing in life for healing;
But it's safer to hide,
And make believe we'll abide
In the shadow of a love we've denied.

Kindness, come and guide us;
Fill the void inside us.
When did home sweet home become a relic?
I remember warmth and strains angelic.
Is it all in the past?
Has love become an outcast?
Is it not true that the first will be last?

Peace is reaching for us
Like a whispered chorus,
Longing to be sung out loud again, friends.
Love awaits; a nail-scarred hand he extends.
Will you reach out today,
And walk the crimson pathway?
Choose to love! It's all I want to convey.


© 2019 David Acosta