Dr. Love
My mind dripped condensation creating fog of future outcomes and mirages of past indulgences. How my ribs caged the prison of my heart forcing me to live amongst lions. How then could I love you? The past pounded the typewriter while the future put me on witch trial; all the while I stood at eternity’s doorstep within the present heartbeat. But only in a babies inhale did I get to suckle. What a bone dry decent into the well of the endless Spirit, which routinely was avoided with much malice. So it was then... but is not now... so truly I see the lions are indeed doves. How wonderful is lost love when free will chooses to purge and claim everlasting virtue. A new way to Love….to Love others….instead of survival….Love Jesus