Love has no wrath.
That would be contrary to its nature.
When the storms come, full of prevarications and thieveries, watch where the coins land.
Squint your eyes to keep out the spinning sands and embrace the world like the full moon on your chest.
Accept less for yourself.
Do your small goodnesses.
And the Love that has no wrath will find you, like a homing pigeon, and the others will vanish as if they never existed.