Love does not leave us.
It is poured into us
so that we may pour it out,
and the well from which it comes
never runs dry.
So we are loved, and so we love,
and tenderness is passed down through the generations,
and love is shared, grown,
and multiplied.
Blessings abundant are ours,
and we are filled,
so that we,
in turn,
may pour.
Lindy Thompson 