"Love never fails..."

"Love never fails."
- I Corinthians



How is this
possible?

Are you telling me that
when I love
I will always
get what I want,
what I need,
what I
deserve?

No,
what I am saying
is that when you love
you have no wants,
you have no needs,
you have no expectations
of what you deserve
from someone,
or
something
else.

You are full...
of Love.

Love never fails 
to delight, 
to demand your best, 
to require the extra mile, 
unflinching faith, 
unfailing hope...

In this, 
that there 
is a Love never fails to
breathe life into 
your heart and
resurrect your hopes 


true Love 
is all about the
act of loving
and nothing
can deprive you of
fulfilling this -- 
your
mission and
purpose --
to love

No one can stop you
from loving
who,
and what,
you love

They can stop themselves
from returning
your love,
but that is not
your business...
that is theirs.

We are
each filled with the
power to love
not
the
hunger to
be the 
object of

the loving.

we are
completely fulfilled
just in the loving,
not by how it is received,
or reciprocated.

If success is measured
by the doing,
the being,
the living and breathing of
itself
then "to love"
is
enough.

It is
empowering,
rewarding,
satisfying...

it is more
than
enough
for you 
to know
why the
caged bird
sings,

a mother
watches
at the window
long into 
the night,

a Master 
served, 

a King 
marched,

and the sun never
asks
the earth
to say
thank you

it is enough
to shine,
to watch,
to serve, 
to march,
to sing,
to write,
to love...



"...Love cannot be
deprived of
its manifestation
or object."

~ Mary Baker Eddy

"with a perfect heart..."

"I will walk
within my house
with a
perfect
heart."
- Psalms


I cannot
promise
that I will never
make
mistakes or
fumble when I am
afraid,

but this I
vow

I will make my
heart a temple,
a manger,
a simple cabin in
the woods,
a grand palace,
a novitiates
cell
for You

here is where I will
worship
and serve

this is the sanctuary
where all my
devotion lies
waiting for Your calling,
eager to be sent,
whispering,
"here am I,
send me..."
into the deep
silence of
a wordless prayer

I will no longer
pace the rooftop
or march with armies,
stalk an
enemy
or meander with
friends

I will not run
from
Your voice,
or skulk
in despair


my heart is
Your kingdom
my heart is
Your palace,
Your banquet room,
Your council chamber,
Your throne

here You
alone
are
Sovereign
and I...

I am
Your liege,
Your handmaiden,
Your servant
and squire

I will walk within
my house,
my consciousness of
Your Love...

with a perfect heart --

a heart made
perfect
by
You


"...and I will
dwell in the house,
the consciousness of Love,
forever."

~ Mary Baker Eddy

"toward them..."

"...And Jesus went forth
and was moved with compassion
toward them..."
- Matthew


Master,
where are you
going?

The synagogue is in
the other direction
the rabbi is waiting for
us and
you have a message
to deliver

Master,
don't go over there
they are
sick,
halt,
bowed together,
taken with fever,

they are
frightened,
frantic,
their children are hungry,
their eyes are
dull,
blind,
voices
mute,
all
waiting for the
moving of
the water,

they are
leprous as snow,
twisted with palsy,
foreigners,
angry,
weeping,
unlearned,
hopeless
strangers

not like you,
not like us

in fact,
some of them are
even
sinners...

Master,
Master...

the Pharisees,
the Sadducees,
the scribes and priests

the rabbis,
for goodness sake, 
the rabbis
are gathered
in the
temple

they are all waiting
for you
they want to
ask you questions

finally,
finally...

there, you can teach
there, you can preach
there, right there
in the temple 
you can sit with
the elders and
share your
thoughts

don't let the
masses throng you,
wrinkle your robes,
trample the hem of your garment

don't expose yourself

keep yourself
free of
contagion,
infestation,
complication,
fear,
doubt...

the rabbis know the scripture
they've read the prophecy
of your coming,
they are waiting...

Master,
where are you going?

where am
I going?

why,
toward
them
of
course

my heart
is moving
toward
them

toward
them,

toward
them...



"...and he healed
their sick."


~ ibid.