Monday, January 23, 2006
They Call Them Rogues; They Travel Fast and Alone.
Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, It is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
Love never fails.
-Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8

Dear St. Paul,
I beg to differ. All of the deepest emotions are founded in love- maybe all emotions at all. Poorly expressed love to be sure- but love. The most violent rage is instigated by love. The most intricated lies are woven to secure love that is otherwise precarious. Jealously and insecurity are the prizes won by tender hearts in competition for love. Love is defensive and afraid; love and vunerabilty are interchangeable.

Love is a shield made of opaque glass. It gives the illusion of protection, but the truth is, it can be shattered into a thousand beautiful daggers. Love has a breaking point. It's true that love will hold on to hope in the face of immutable fact, but this hope can become the crutch that she leans against, and the tonic that she cannot live with out.


It is beautiful to think that love never fails, but the truth is that sometimes love is just not enough.


Without love there is no fear. There is no jealousy, and no distrust. Without love there is no despair or heartbreak, no fury or vengence. Without love, there is no hate.


Maybe next time you write about love, you should be a little more honest.


Love is painful.
Love brings forth emotions that you never knew you had.
For love, you will cry, steal, lie and bleed.
For love, you will surrender everything you once valued.
Love incites riots and inspires poetry;
she is the muse that will not rest until exhausted beyond survival.
The death of love is a tragic release: it is rare, but real.

Love will bring forth suffering beyond imagination.

Love is always worth it.
-Lindsey 7: 11 - 20




2 Comments:

Blogger Ryan Cooper said...

Oh St. Paul...what a sad, sad man.

Blogger Grace said...

All you need is love is a lie, 'cause we had love but we still said goodbye... now we're tired battered fighters...

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