<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class=""><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">Love Hides</span><span class=""> </span></p><div class=""><br class=""></div><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">Love hides in crevices<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> that go unnoticed.</span><span class=""> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">It dangles from the worn threads<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> of faith that drop from <o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">religion’s coattail.<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">It lies in splinters, beaten by the <o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">club of family strife and the slow<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> decay of relationships.<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">It stares wistfully from outside <o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">the shattered windows of illness<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> and mortality.<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">And lies amidst the debris left behind <o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">in silken cobwebs by spirit’s door,<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">and in breath-less moments<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> when the body can do no more.<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">It even lurks in moments<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class=""> of anger and hating,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">Love hides in crevices, <o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="">unperturbed and waiting.<o:p class=""></o:p></span></p><div class=""><span class=""> </span><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class=""> - </span>Bruce Silverman</p></div></div></body></html>