Love does not begin
and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love
is a growing up. [James A.
Baldwin]
This might sound a little harsh. Or negative. Or simply
wrong. However, if you take a little slip of time to ponder it, as Love has and
does Today apply in your own Life and World, you, too, might let yourself open
up to the Hope that is in Baldwin’s words.
I have been noticing something I never saw about Love. I see
it in flashes. I only glimpse it. And sometimes it comes wrapped inside one of
those dreams that wakes me up wanting only to go back into sleep and find it
again.
The way to love
anything is to realize that it may be lost. [Gilbert K. Chesterton]
I seem to BE coming at things sideways or backwards this
morning. It’s NOT so much a problem as it is a curiosity though. To me anyway…
I’ve always struggled with Love. And I imagine it might say
the same about Me. Lately I am BEing shown things in a new Light. I’m understanding
what I never could even wrap my head or heart round BEfore.
Love is NOT so splendored a thing. But it’s Very Good.
3 comments:
Ooooh! love this piece, the colours, the sparkle of the colours - love you too!!!!!
Absolutely glorious colours!
I was remembering Our Town, the play. Love is all those things you mentioned, but it is the regular old ordinary days I will probably miss the most. :)
Post a Comment