What This Love Is

What day is it?
It is every day,
My friend.
It is all of life,
My love.
We love each other and we live;
We live and we love each other.
And we do not know what this life is,
And we do not know what this day is,
And we do not know what this love is.
_{Jacques Prevert}

Sometimes it seems that the only thing we know for certain about life is that we don’t know anything for certain. The world can be a confusing place; life is beset with difficulty, struggle, even tragedy. But we are the most fortunate of the fortunate, because through all this we have the Master’s hand to hold. We have his love. And if there is one certain thing in life, it is the love of a true friend.

The love of the Master is a truly precious gift - and yet how little we really appreciate it! As Jacques Prevert writes in his poem, “Song”: “We do not know what this love is”. But with steady application to our meditation, and submission to our Master, we can gradually come to know.

Slowly too we can learn to live in this day, this day that “is every day” - to live in this moment, as the present Master says. Through remembrance of the Lord and forgetfulness of our own ego, we can hope one day to truly let go, to give ourselves to the Master. And then perhaps we too will have learned not only what love is, but how to love.