I talked my way onto the angel’s

private mailing list, at first they said no,

it was secret and exclusive,

but I said I lost a love dog,

she had died. They could not say no.

Can love die?, I asked them,

should I cry?

I got 1,000 shares on my question,

angels everywhere posted,

one or two of them were nasty,

and jeered, “of course love dies,’

they answered, aren’t you a human,

don’t you watch the news,

have you been to Washington?

The human heart is angry and cold,

violent and fearful.

Then, they all suddenly vanished,

went silent

and the Angel Of Love

appeared, I am the Guardian Of Love,

from the Kabbalah, The Keeper Of The Creative Spark,

God asked me to speak for love,

and keep it alive. I am the master of the love dogs,

the hounds of love, they live in my fields,

I sent them out in my chariots, they never die,

they just fly home to me when their times comes,

and are restored, and ride out again,

there is so much for them to do..

You ask about love spirits, she said,

and I can tell you this, and thanks for visiting us:

Love never dies, it lives

in the hearts and souls of every human being

who see it and feel it, and accept it and receive it,

it will be love that survives in this crippled world.

The love dogs you speak of are messengers

of love, the harbingers and warriors, they slip into human souls

and keep

love alive in broken human hearts.

You can cry all you want, but

love never dies,

the love dogs are spirits, they

are all about joy, there is nothing

sad about them. Sadness is unknown to them.

Love never dies,

it is the point, the reason for being,

once known it can never be forgotten,

a cause for celebration whenever it appears.

Clap your hands for love, your tears

will fall to the ground, and seed

the most beautiful flowers.

And do not forget, admidst all of the

tears, to give thanks to He

who created it.