Time like love can only be given. If the soul is eternal then love is thus in the end it conquers evil. We know this for remain these three -- faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these is love. I do not like tears, I do not like them Sam I am.
The woman is in the
position of submission, giving all that she is in love. Ready for love
giving all that she is to the beloved in love. Not an easy or simple moment for
a person of depth and independence -- a fully human and sensitive being. The
beloved while acknowledging the moment, accepts the love but not the
submission, and offers the same -- for that is love.
The wave washes away
the moment for a time. The wave washes away all for the beloved for a
time. It is not disease, but evil -- it's legacy. Profound evil for that
is the only thing that could wash away this moment from the beloved even
temporarily.
The beloved/lover himself, must go into the darkness and slay the
evil. For this he is like love's champion riding the white horse -- although unrecognizable in
battle. What then has the battle wrought? The slaying of evil sure,
but what cost the battle? Time -- what was lost in Eden -- cannot be
slayed or mastered. Time the Juggernaut of reality cannot be kept in
a bottle.
Copyright 2013 Fred Celio
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