that when we honor our own good
in spite of our own absence of it,
we know the heart of Love
And it must be wisdom
that whispers, even in the brightest light,
that love will not bloom in another flower
that has been plucked by the prospect of my desire
I once thought that I
knew love and what it sounded like,
when I tasted what I thought I heard love was
Love changes, just as we do
The best is yet to come?
No, the best just keeps coming, my friend.
Let it in
Be with love- it's always here
It's everywhere you are
So here's me, writing the same thing a different way. This, I think, is 3 or 4 years old. Life is starting to become a blur where the moments and memories are more vivid, as I begin to know their eternal omniscience. But the hows, whys and whens are irrelevant. Love is that space that soothes and smooths and spills and fills. Oh thank you. Anyway, here it is, the heart of G()D:
You must have been the heart of God
when love was what God thought of
In the brilliance of your loving kindness
you ignited the sky's lights, by the billions
And in morning's gift of skies so blue,
I swear that God loves me more, when my thoughts are with you
Yes, you must have been my heart, my God
when God first thought to love
Thank you, Life, for always showing me more than I ever think to ask for.
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