Today’s theme is, going where the love is. Let’s start off with a song from Van Morrison’s The Prophet Speaks.

You’ve heard me say this before, but I really do think it’s one of the secrets in life. Go where the light is, literally and metaphorically. And go where the love is. I suppose it seems like I’m dispensing a lot of advice around here lately. But it’s really a reminder for me, and if you need it too, then that’s lovely.

Next up, a poem by Kenneth Patchen, which has a spiritual take on waiting where the love is.

The Snow is Deep

by Kenneth Patchen

The snow is deep on the ground.   
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.

Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.   
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.

The snow is beautiful on the ground.   
And always the lights of heaven glow   
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

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Let’s end with some more music. This one by Edie Brickell.