Can love ever be a waste?
No! we cry. Of course not!
Love is an absolute good, how can it ever be wasted?
And yet we all remember
gifts of time and care accepted without appreciation
kindness in word and deed sneered at and spat upon
Generosity taken for granted
while the giver, (obviously a soft touch)
is fleeced for more.
Has not our love been poured down the drain
when we encounter this?
Worse, have we, in turn, done this to others?
Uncaring, unseeing, unappreciative.
Yet in spite of all,
I choose to believe
that the love we send out
into an often cold and lonely universe
will grow seeds somehow.
Love is a hardy plant
and carries on in snow, in hail, in drought and famine.
It pokes out and blooms in the cracks in the cement of hardened hearts
And from there, sends out more seeds
Endless pollination of sublime transcendence
God gave each of us the seed
And all He asks
is that we keep planting
Plant His love at Christmas
And wait in hope
for a bountiful harvest.