Receptive To Being Loved

Love…
…comes in a less complicated manner as I become wiser with age. Love has not changed. It is the receiver (me) that is different. My thinking is simpler, my heart more open and my spirit less guarded.

Verse from an old greeting card by Helen Steiner Rice
I’d like to be a rain drop
Just Falling on your hand,
I’d like to be a blade of grass
On which you dear feet stand,
I’d like to be your shadow
As it moves around all day,
I’d like to be most anything
That hangs around your way.