I agree that the work of love is to love. Love without action is theoretical and meaningless. Love put into action enhances the other and the person expressing the love. Love put into action grows and spreads. In holding another and listening deeply, I wasn't conscious of hearing the mystery of all life and the ocean of my own blood, which phrases I love, but that is what happened. I know that all that is is one and we are one, and holding and listening are a natural expression of that. In the process of holding and listening to another, I am holding and listening to myself, I am being how I am meant to be and doing what I am meant to do. When I do dare to hold close those forced to the ground, it's knowing all this that helps me dare. I know that in such moments I am vulnerable, and the satisfaction of love in action is worth the risk.