God is Love
by James Cucinella

What frail things
Love seems fashioned of:
a look, a touch,
a nothing-much –
even flowers
seem to have more stuff.
Yet love has strength
to go to any length.
Iron bars will rust
and stones turn to dust
while love grows stronger
the longer it lasts.
Is not love
What God is fashioned of?


©1989 James Cucinella

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