In my youth I thought love
was a feeling or thought.

A deep thirst
yearning to be
quenched.

Love  was always fleeting,
always lost or something
to be frantically grasped.

In the depth of my sorrow,
I was lifted out despair
in a moment of surrender.

A moment theisists would call
grace.
I call love in action.

Love found me when
I was desperate to  call for help,
And desperate to admit that
I could not earn or coerce love.

Love grows when
I surrender
My selfishness,
When I give and receive help.

Love is an action
I practice everyday ,
so I do not return
To the hell I created.

Love in action
That allows me to
Live in gratitude.