I’ve come to realize the truth that our lives are spent clamoring for that one thing we write about, sing about, think about, long for: love.
When I truly love, it consumes me- like fire in my bones- like a stomachache.
When I fake love, it comes out in meaningless words and declarations; in obligation and false rectitude.
Have you ever experienced a shift of consciousness or come aware of a lie you once believed, but now reject?
I once believed in love as a means to feel important – to be the focus in someone’s world. It felt natural. It felt powerful.
I used to think of love in terms of control. If you loved, you could bend others to your will.
But then my world expanded to include the “other.” Little bit by little bit it swallowed my acquaintances, those with whom I attended school and church, and then, my family.
When love’s origin is the human lover, love is incomplete because it comes from a temporal human place. But when love begins with the divine lover, the cycle of Love is infinite in source; complete in space, time, continuum, emotion, and action. It awakens the spirit.
If love comes solely from the physical, it can only be skin deep. God is deeper, more dimensional than that. Since God is love, LOVE is infinitely multidimensional.
I will not settle for a shallow love. I will not love through my humanity, but through the divine.
Through him I will:
- love with words.
- love with hands.
- love with depth of emotion.
- love through action.
- love out of intellect.
I will reflect Christ’s love to the world because Christ’s love is the world to me.
