As Food Is To the Body

Love…
…can paint full color over monochrome and drown self-doubt with belief. It can replace frail vulnerability with strength and restless thought with clarity of purpose. Love is the re-shaper of lost hope and restorer of faded faith. As food is to the body, love is to the soul.

“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats
Notebook and Paper HeartHad I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I,
being poor,
have only dreams;
I have spread my dreams
under your feet;
Tread softly
because you tread
on my dreams.