Love
As the grass withers, we have been numbered and examined also formed by the heart of God, He knows the very hair on my head, I long to love Him even more radically, If the hairs upon me be inanimate... What then of my feeling's go before Him who cares? Must I live in this body? must I satisfy my stomach and the outward spectators of my soul? I feel trapped by the binoculars of the flame of life! For its radar to me is close.. If I know all things, what must be of new that I might consider leaping in spirit, lest I cry in sadness! Unto a lovely heart tracks the hallways of doom that follow, in the midst of love we fight and breathe for Love to bat off the enemies of our distinction, while scrambling for breath we reach our astounding place, a place to be.. then by of Love only we asail free!
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very very nice poem
Matthew Quaranta,
Spiritual-wise this is a good theme. Suggest to make it poetic as well. Thanks for sharing the concept.
There are numerous people who talk about the love of God, who are totally strangers to the God of love. The celestial love is commonly regarded as a species of sociable weak point, a sort of good-natured indulgence; it is reduced to a mere sickly sentiment, patterned after human emotion. Now the truth is that on this, as on everything else, our thoughts need to be formed and regulated by what is revealed thereon in Holy Scripture.
Regards & Love
Williamsji Maveli