I was reading poetry today, ran across a poem called Modern Love Song.  I couldn’t get past the title, for these words put together seem nearly incoherent, especially for a poem published in 1919, One hundred and one years ago.   My thoughts follow…

Modern Love

Love is active discovery process
Learning about others, and never knowing enough
Being understood in a way not thought possible
In a never-ending desired process
That is complex, and yet simple,
Joy in others joy
Is timeless and forever the same, and
As soon as the word modern is written
It already isn’t. 

Happy Thanksgiving … This has been a difficult year for so many people… Please be thankful for each other, and take care of each other!