Champions Of Love

Champions of love are not born, but rather they are forged.  They do not acquire combat skills, nor are they trained in the deadly arts.
       Yet they remain the vanguard to all that we hold sacred. Our fables and durable tales would have us conjecture a physical stalwart warrior; a knight in armor that shines and depicts invincibility....but life’s wisdom whispers instead, "come discover truth."

   The shield and sword of the Champion is love itself.  They are not stern nor rigid, but supple and flexible; glowing with inner fire.  Eyes, that were to be thought of as vigilant ~ peering into the darkness seeking threat and danger, are instead found to be soft and moist, almost tearful; all accepting.  To find the Champion’s hands, one would attempt to predict appendages that should be calloused and sinewy from wielding swords, or slinging arrows into the enemy. Yet consistency's glee sparks into validity to find it were not so. For the Champions hands are defined, supple, and warming to the flesh of those whom obtain comfort at the gentle strength and delicate touch.

       Where to find such Champions?  We cajole them from their slumber, all around us.  For they sleep in the hearts of each and every one of us.  When awaken they will never sleep again in regret...in lament....or in foreboding.
       The task for the Champion is to become an echo. Some have food to nurture the spirit; some possess salves to heal past wounds.  Some demonstrate finesse in kindness, while others still~ spin tales as clothing for the comfort in a life of troubled journey.  

Each Champion brings to the banquet their gift...their talent.  All are one family, when the dawn of recognition and affiliation becomes known, then liken gaily wrapped presents under the holiday trees, they are enthusiastic by nature so then revealed by giving away their abundant treasures.   As a marvel can be suddenly noticed, so can this magic. Its telltale sign is clearly their unpracticed generosity.  
Authentic identity can be easily discerned as the presence of unbiased care. The word has been translated for eons, up until this living moment. Here, today, we call it "friend".  'Where the heart rest'