The sky seems bluer,
Reds give life to the greenery
Black and white was given colour,
Every time I remember you and me.
I met.
I felt
I was the king of the world.
Reigning supreme,
I was on top, but then
I fell.
and I felt
It hurt.
How can a mere word
Bring such glee and an even greater pain?
The pain of losing someone dear.
The pain of holding onto what seemed to be so clear.
Such is despair.
Thus, scarlet scattered
If it were war, then I have died.
If we were sinking, then I have drowned.
This was it,
Game over.
The end.
This was rock-bottom.
Have you ever wondered
how it must be after you breathe?
How reality will fade, and how we'll lie in slumber?
I want to know.
It was dark,
it was cold,
the silence was deafening.
Then stillness was broken with but a slight whisper,
"Here, I am. I am Love."
Love offered a hand,
and
I took it.
Love's hand plunged me out of darkness.
Love showed me the light.
Love walked me, day and night.
Love woke me up,
Love ate with me,
Love kept me up,
Love gave me the eyes to see,
who Love truly was.
And when I looked at Love, I saw
that Love was patient,
that Love was kind,
that Love did not envy, nor He boast.
Love was not easily-angered,
Love did not keep any record of my wrongdoings.
Love always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
For now I have been convinced that neither death nor life,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers
can separate me from Love.
Please, hear me out.
You see,
Love is not a romantic fantasy,
nor is it a bill/ a car/ a law/ a celebrity.
Love is an act.
That One laid his life down for another.
That One's life and death paved way for the freedom of the other.
Love is the lashing whips, the spitting romans, and the nailing on the cross.
Love is Jesus Christ who fought for your cause.
NOW TO YOU HE SAYS,
YOU ARE LOVED.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PLACE YOUR IDENTITY
ON A TITLE,
ON A RELATIONSHIP,
ON A MATERIAL THING,
OR ANYTHING ELSE.
BECAUSE LOVE HAS WON
and He won for you.
