Anne Hills words/Allen Power music
©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI)

From Anne’s album Accidental August

Love is the boat that holds us
love is where we are made
love finds a way through any wall
shines through the deepest shade

love is a boundless prairie
hides in the wildest seed
waters the fields and in times of loss
love is the balm we need

soft as a downy feather
stronger than tempered steel
sit in the seat of the homeless man
love cooks and serves his meal

infinite, wise, eternal
striving to hold us near
never defined by you or me
we think it’s gone, love is always here