Nothing definitive can be said of my love affair with God.
To be so convicted, apprehending the word associated with experience is, or should be, enough. "Thank You" echoes down history and spoken by many, actually all, seemingly in perspective: in the Higher Consciousness so touched.
And to a one; each has been touched by suffering; finding the same balm.
Yes
Go ahead and say the next word: Gilead . . . the same delight of finding I could read in Third Grade within the Dick & Jane Reader returns renewed and seen in union with the moment of discovery:
Balm of Gilead noun 1. Small evergreen tree of Africa and Asia; leaves have a strong aromatic odor when bruised (source: WordWeb Pro) http://www.bible.ca/ef/expository-jeremiah-8-22.htm
An old man returned to childhood bereft of all accomplishments and accruements seeing and experiencing the simplest of growing younger by day by night. Sleep. A death from which I am resurrected totally different in perception the child who said; "Now I lay me down to sleep I pray my soul to keep should I die in my sleep, oh Dear Lord. Amen."
I weep differently now. Eyes brimming with water yet to descend beyond the lips of my eyelids and remember a few who could see the calm pool of my eyes touched with cat's paws. Or Randy, my son, who saw me glow in the dark.
Yet
Of Course
It is not I/eye by love glowing within me and such love has no woman/man exclusively.
Yes
Love grows and greed diminishes. The only competition worthy of attention is with The Self and none other. What happen to me, those hours spent in The Chicago City Morgue was refined in the fire of another Charnel House: Hospice. My terror become disquiet visiting the doctor who with experience and discernment can say; "You have hours to live."
My intellectual property is not fully contained in words or photographs. But in my laughter at the prospect of my death and that of others served who also stand before their grave. It is my peace and joy they see that others perceive as horrible. . . and it is not what we say or do but how they feel when we leave: serenity, submission to the will of God.
When there is an M&M we hold each others heart in our hands -- in turn we are held in God's. Thus without arrogation or boast we become the great chaste lovers typified in legend; soul mates two angels gender less mating.
An entirely different voice: Rumi speaks so of love defining no being but God. Would you know God better begin with him; Rumi's naked soul dancing wherever
My children are lost so I adopt the Children of God not for aggrandizements but to sing these closing songs. For mediocrity is won. Yet the terrible price will be paid not in love but the coin of realm: power and force. Lovers go to Heaven and cynics to Hell.
Mere words
Mere conjecture
Since we know the author of us too well.
120919 00:57 nonesuch Love
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