Agape

Love is a language that is not recursively enumerable

because no finite description exists for it.

There is so much infinity

in what appears to be finite,

galaxies within molecules

and subdivisions within space.

Recursively enumerable languages to all languages

are like the Milky Way to the universe;

RE languages contain worlds of their own,

but there are infinities beyond to explore.

And still, beyond the reach of countable infinities

are uncountable infinities, and beyond that, God.

In the quiet, in the stillness,

in the light and the dark,

in the pain and in the chaos,

He is the Love that won’t let go.

She lies awake on the couch

with eyes closed, breathing softly.

Silent, but smiling,

cocooned in memories

that wrap her like a safety blanket

woven with comfort and love.

Threads that she clutched at desperately

when they appeared,

golden lines intertwining in the dark.

She knows now that the light she saw

is but a shadow, for

she could never have enough.

But there is a true Light who satisfies,

the Living Water.

She couldn’t feel this Light at that time;

she forgot He was there.

Yet now she sees the lessons of endurance,

and how Love allows for hard-fought growth.

That Love holds her more strongly

than any other love can;

it shines like a galaxy of stars,

Light all around her,

lifting her up.