Always be joyful

She looked to the stars above

With an aching heart tonight

“God, it hurts. It really hurts.”

Liquid diamond caressed her face

As it sparkled under the sky.

“Help me to do your will,”

The wind was a gentle hug

A warm embrace of a Father.

“For your promise is worth the wait.”

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about Love

One

Love = me – how it’s like to feel alone

When it was my comfortable

Two

Love (shown)

I know what love can look like

Three

Love = patience; waiting has flowered my barren garden with much more joy than I could ever ask for

Four

Love+me> me

Love when you challenge my capacity to embrace love

Five

hurt = 0

Love when it doesn’t hurt me

Six

Love mxltxplxes not d|v|des

Seven

Given

love = God,

God = love,

then why you+me ≠ love?

Are we

wrong

about

Love?