We definitely put more value to what we don’t have. At least I do. And so Love cannot be enough.
Thus here in my moment of solace I reproduce a poem by St. Francis of Assisi (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky):
I once spoke to my friend, an old squirrel, about the Sacraments-
he got so excited
and ran into a hollow in his tree and came
back holding some acorns, an owl feather,
and a ribbon he had found.
And I just smiled and said,
“Yes, dear, you understand: everything imparts His grace.”
A wise man told me, we meet many people but nobody seems to understands us…but, yes, they make sure that we understand them.