Amor

 The fog lifting

Is my greeting 

This warm

November morn

Where possibility

Is just that

Hope is 

In abundance

Peace is offered

And love 

Is on 

The periphery

Just waiting

To make

Its claim

At the center

Of humanity

For where

Love resides

Disdain subsides

Hate ceases

Love encapsulates

Who we can be

When we cease

To be self-absorbed

And defiant

Who I am

Is to be

The outward representation

Of who

He’s always been

Loyal

Dependable

And without

Malicious intent

Love

The command

That doesn’t shift

With prevailing wisdom