I believe in the greatness of Love.
I believe that Love needs to be reconsidered outside of its trite position in discourse. In our conversations it holds dead space coming and going in common dialogue negligently tied onto greetings and farewells. Worse yet, it has been cultivated into an adjective we employ senselessly to portray enjoyment. Our ordinary human hearts have in effect become immune to its intended magnitude.
I believe that Love has the yearning to be understood in its authenticity and in its depth. To be known as patient and kind. That its trouble free nature never boasts of jealousy portrays pride or casts rude overtones. Nor does it demand its own way. It is not found irritable in temper, keeping no trace of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice for it rejoices when truth prevails. Exhausting all explainable traits of Love’s person, there is still more to it than this.
I believe that this kind of Love also generates something powerful in us all. It drives a man to cling to a woman and a mother to her child. During our entire existence, it is our utmost desire and the longing of our soul. Yet, it is not simply a term used to describe circumstantial emotion; it is not just overwhelming passion or an ability to care. In its purest, most unadulterated form it surpasses these things to fashion connections in the depths of our humanity.
I believe in the greatness of Love, the tangible and the relentless mystery.
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