dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in...
...dance me to the end of love
~Leonard Cohen
Dance me on and on... we all want to be swept up and twirled around a ballroom... literally or figuratively; it is a desire of a deepest hearts. Enrapture me, captivate me... tell me you are enraptured, tell me you are captivated - by me, with me, in me... I want to be loved, I want to love...
Love... what is love? Why do we fall in love, why do we want to fall in love... from the moment that our mothers hold us in our arms, when our fathers softly brush tears from our cheek... a grandmother's kiss, a brother's protective hug, a sister's holding hand - we are surrounded by love in so many ways. And we learn to yearn for a love of our own, a lover all our own.
So often the love we seek isn't the love we find. How hard it is to see that we are destined for something more, something all encompassing. That what we call "love" is usually just a shadow of the feelings that can fill us... But when it is all you have, when you've never found something close to that intimate touch of love, how do you know you don't have it. And how can you leave it not knowing with certainty that you will find something better?
I don't have an answer for that. All the words in the world can't explain love, can't convince that there is love out there waiting for each of us. That each of us is out there waiting for love. It is a feeling as certain as the rain, as the stars, as ground under our feet. But words cannot describe feelings any more than sight can compare to taste, touch to sound.
The bridge is faith, with faith all things take on a new meaning. With faith I can believe that there is a love out there for me, for you. For you are for me. And without faith, I do not believe that you can ever understand that.
How sad it is then, that so many of us live without faith. Without love.
Because a life without love is no life at all.