Constance

It is always there
Always waiting to be discovered
Floating in the air
Delivering blessings
Without guessing
Or even your requesting
It’s definition is in its consistency
And nature unwavering
The most patient thing
She will not run
When all you do is yell
Does not believe you are doomed to hell
She is your inspiration
Your forcefield
Her name
Your religious affiliation
And her truth
Should be all our declarations
However
We don’t always remember
Her name is Constance
She spans the distance
Her body the Universe
Her chariot
Driven by a great white horse
She has other names of course
Love is the easiest to remember
And the one closest to the center
For that is why she is named such
For her love is always there
For everyone to touch
To feel
Please use it to heal
But she can only be served
Not possessed to try and preserve
For love is alive
And needs freedom to thrive
If you lessen her she will not survive
She cannot just stay where you want her
For she is everywhere
At all times
All you need do is yourself remind
She is constant
And therefore always present
If you feel no love
Look around and find a dove
A winged messenger from above
There you find love
In the beauty of their wings
Their design intacted perfectly
Shortly you will feel blissfully
And it will be easy to remember
Love is here
Even when you miss it just a moment
Constance is here waiting
Not for your atonement
Or to correct any wrongs
She is here to play holy songs
The ones you knew all along
She has been singing them
Since the beginning
And she will sing forever
For Love has no ending