The opening words of Sylvia PlathÕs poem for her newborn daughter are true of each one of us. Love is fundamental to our being, our growth, our development and our happiness. Love enables us to make meaning of our lives in the world, and it gives us hope for what lies beyond. It is completely humdrum and ordinary Ð yet mysterious beyond words. Beginning in the body, it points us to eternity.Life offers, and asks of us, many different kinds of love, and poets have reflected on this truth with insight and acute observation. As Janet Morley explores love Ôup and down the generationsÕ, Ôgrown up loveÕ and love between ÔGod and the human heartÕ, she reveals what our hearts eventually discern Ð love has its seasons and ambiguities, its certainties and passions. Love is never simple at all.
