Oliver Twist in the musical Oliver laments and prays about the whereabouts of love while he’s locked in the basement of a funeral parlor where he’s an indentured servant. This scene is no allegory. There are no hidden meanings here. He’s trapped in a dark world where the light of love refuses to shine for him.
I want to ask the same question, where is love?
A lot of us think we know what it means. We believe we have it, want it, are able to express it, know when it’s being expressed towards us. But knowing the definition doesn’t mean we can actually do it. I know the definition of a pole-vaulter but if I attempted an even modest leap my lack of understanding of its definition would result in a spectacular YouTube worthy fail.
Love is an ideal that many attempt but few will be able to stick the landing. However, you can find a few gold medal winners Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Lao Tzu…
Hey, also include that person who was done a terrible wrong but still looked through the lens of love and saw past the deed and understood the heart and still returned love without blame to you. There are faithful holders of the ideal sprinkled amongst all of us.
Love is the hardest emotion to understand with the intellect, it defies logic because it’s the language of the soul, the song of the heart. We're all tone deaf it appears in this world of ours to it's melody and lyric. Like Oliver we’re all locked in a dark world that mistreats us, batters our souls, misshapes our perceptions, ignites anger, walls in hate, whispers lies telling us we’re misunderstood, alone, unwanted.
Be the answer to Oliver’s prayer. Act with love. Do it today.