Love is not matter, is not freezable, not microwaveable, not textable, not for purchase with any tangible currency, it cannot be sidelined or put in park like a car, nor is it dead.
Love is the supreme ethic that informs every inch of life–it even defines what it means to be human. Without love, truths like purpose, meaning and value are mere words, if that, and as vacuous as the proverbial vacuum they would come from.
Love abhors a vacuum, and so do I. Rather, love debunks the vacuum itself and gives meaning to more than words but gives meaning to life itself with words. So to borrow from Shakespeare, Love “is the star to every wandering bark.”
Love is the star to every wandering heart, and it rejoices and claps its hands when even a single heart is found by it.
All consuming fire that you are, Oh love, steal my heart over and over again and never let me go.
Tagged: christ, God, Love, merelydavid, romance
