God’s love

There is a lovewe recognizebefore we can name it.A kind of ancient knowing,quieter than desire,pulling at usthough we can’t explain why. We chase its shadows.We settle for echoes.We call anything loveto soothe what aches for a moment. But deep down,something is missing.We feel it in the hollowpleasure can’t reach,in the restlessnessthat never quite sleeps. This…