1 If ever I wrote a thousand gospels of Hope, but meanwhile did not love,
I am the empty words of politicians and sycophants.
2 And if ever I knew the world in fine and time and with all shared my mind,
but so burn in hate that I bar any Faith, my words are cinders.
3 And if ever I laid down my life for a friend or died so that you all might live.
If I do not have the Love that did it, the deed meant nothing.
4 Because Love feels far, feels deep, and feels forever.
Love is kind; and it does not whine, chime, or shine.
5 Love is grace. Love sets free.
Love is gentle. Love let’s be.
6 Love is a repletion, the completion of joy despite of,
because of the shared, dark Truths of our twilit souls.
7 "For Love beareth all things, hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
8 Love never faileth:" But when these prophetic words pass,
Love shall live where life and strife wither.
9 For fiery stars we will never see whose light has not come,
And any act, however fierce, is only the orbits of atoms.
10 But when Love came in our lives, all the littlest in
the drowning dark embraced as (w)hol(l)y One.
11 When I was small, I thought and felt and feared small;
but my heart has grown and now can no longer.
12 Anything meant nothing until Love came and
bade us recognize the I in You and You in Me.
13 And where all else fails, there is three: Hope, Faith, and Love.
And greatest of these - Binding Hinge of Life - is Love.
There are no original ideas, just new ways to say the same thing.
"What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun."
Art is stealing the best stuff. Love is the best stuff.