I wonder how it makes God (or in my little world, "Love") feel to see that all of these children have drawn lines between themselves and their others.
I can't help but think that it tears the very fabric of being away from its cloaking, to reveal a broken, baffled patriarch who wanted nothing more than to watch its offspring thrive and be happy.
How sad that we can't hear each other's pleas, see each other's smiles and hug each other's children.
In the name of self we have claimed or stolen land so that we can feed our own children. Then we condemn others for trying to commit the sins which we had already mastered.
I look at my own children and know that my parental love wants to see them thrive and be happy. So how could a "greater" love than this want anything less for its beloved? For whose children have you planted your flag? Whose love are you emulating?
Love is love. Go get you some!
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