Love rejoices in the idiosyncrasies of another. Love says, “Look at this! Isn’t it amazing?” Love is curious and exhilarated, bold and exuberant. Love delights and comforts and feels safe. Love makes you better– more whole– and fills you with warmth.
In celebration of love–all kinds of love–here is a beautiful poem:
Bird Understanderby Craig ArnoldOf many reasons I love you here is onethe way you write me from the gate at the airportso I can tell you everything will be alrightso you can tell me there is a birdtrapped in the terminal all the peopleignoring it because they do not knowwhat to do with it except to leave it aloneuntil it scares itself to deathit makes you terribly terribly sadYou wish you could take the bird outsideand set it free or (failing that)call a bird-understanderto come help the birdAll you can do is notice the birdand feel for the bird and writeto tell me how language feelsimpossibly uselessbut you are wrongYou are a bird-understanderbetter than I could ever bewho make so many noisesand call them songThese are your own wordsyour way of noticingand saying plainlyof not turning awayfrom hurtyou have offered themto me I am onlygiving them backif only I could show youhow very uselessthey are not