I am in awe of the splendor of Nature and how we can forgive something with so much hate and darkness. We are social, fallible creatures indeed. We do things which violate the goodness of our very souls. I am overcome with constant sorrow of countries that believe in futile tomorrows. I tried to express the deepness I feel inside. A poem can alter how we refuse to love each other. If you wonder if there is a God, He's not punishing us. A lesson of Power and eternal pain is being witnessed. No one deserves to suffer without denial. Yes, the world outside our windows is terrible yet it is capable of great healing as well. I wish for endless peace in return for those who only know indifference. Perhaps one day we will live as one, for now love is our last resort to radical change.
The beautiful metaphors and phrases and poetry and photography you used to capture the images of what love encompasses touched my heart deeply!
C.S Lewis even reminded us:
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable...”
The apostle Paul wrote the following in a letter to the Corinthian church in the spring of 53, 54, or 55, after the death of Jesus, which beautifully sums up what love is and isn’t.
“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”
“Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud, never haughty or selfish or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong. It is never glad about injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out. If you love someone, you will be loyal to him no matter what the cost. You will always believe in him, always expect the best of him, and always stand your ground in defending him.”
Little voices
I am in awe of the splendor of Nature and how we can forgive something with so much hate and darkness. We are social, fallible creatures indeed. We do things which violate the goodness of our very souls. I am overcome with constant sorrow of countries that believe in futile tomorrows. I tried to express the deepness I feel inside. A poem can alter how we refuse to love each other. If you wonder if there is a God, He's not punishing us. A lesson of Power and eternal pain is being witnessed. No one deserves to suffer without denial. Yes, the world outside our windows is terrible yet it is capable of great healing as well. I wish for endless peace in return for those who only know indifference. Perhaps one day we will live as one, for now love is our last resort to radical change.
all we can do is be very careful, with one another. while we still have time.
thank you, little voice. your Words are always so special to read. and they are important.
Absolutely gorgeous weaving of words and images -- reminded me that love is worth it. Thank you 🙏
love is worth it, yes-- as if there is anything else at all?
I'll confess, I so rarely ever understand you, but I come away much better, nonetheless.
Peace, my friend, to you, and to us all.
how wonderful to know that we do not have to comprehend in order to be kind.
swim in the mystery as if in a Sea.
“i think it terrible that flesh and fens should divide us”
or anything at all. with love, little voice.
The beautiful metaphors and phrases and poetry and photography you used to capture the images of what love encompasses touched my heart deeply!
C.S Lewis even reminded us:
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable...”
The apostle Paul wrote the following in a letter to the Corinthian church in the spring of 53, 54, or 55, after the death of Jesus, which beautifully sums up what love is and isn’t.
“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”
“Love is very patient and kind, never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud, never haughty or selfish or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable or touchy. It does not hold grudges and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong. It is never glad about injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out. If you love someone, you will be loyal to him no matter what the cost. You will always believe in him, always expect the best of him, and always stand your ground in defending him.”
GBY and all of your loved ones! 🙏🏻
what beautiful Words. thank you, little voice.
i am reminded of george batailles: 'the uncracked being is impossible'.
but without cracks, how else would the light find its way in?
True love is never lost, and it is reciprocal, so it never dies 🤍✨🕊️🙏🏻