What is love? I ask the sky
What is love? The question that's been asked a thousand times
Is it a bouquet of lovely flowers? A grand gesture that makes your heart soar? Is it someone remembering which snacks you like? Talking all day, falling asleep with your phone over your heartbeat? Listening intently to the words of another? Holding someone so very close? Holding open doors? Pushing someone? Protecting someone? Considering their feelings above your own?
And where does love end and obsession begin?
What do you do when love feels like more than you can handle? And the gestures become far too much?
Does running mean you loved less?
Does it have to be healthy to be love? To be worth it?
When do you let go? How do you weigh the hurt against compassion?
Where does that hurt meet compassion?
How do you forgive truly? And if you truly forgive, does God ask you to forget?
Jesus loved so much He gave His very life
We are made in His image, meant to follow His example, to love even when it destroys us
God makes all things new, but sometimes it feels as though it's at the cost of you
Can you live with the righteousness God expects and still have boundaries?
It’s known that The Father loves a broken heart, one He can change, one He can use, one He can build up in His image, the way He desires. He breaks it to change you, then He breaks it again to change you more. Sometimes He breaks your heart to change someone else.
Does seeking holiness, following God, being Christ-like, hungering for righteousness, and truly loving mean remaining in brokenness?
What’s it like to be made new by The Father?
How do you love like He does?
-
Author:
annonymouswonder (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2025 12:48
- Category: Love
- Views: 7
- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
Offline)
Comments3
A lovely write of faith and love. Nicely done
Thanks!!
"...God is love--" and then read I Corinthians 13... and how on earth do any one of us even persuade ourselves that we've succeeded at that? Yet we do, I guess, don't we? From my late mother to my late father to my brothers, they've complained about my effervescent and affectionate effusions of persistent love. I insist and they doubted. But I know they love me, and I believe I love them. And if it takes my very breath and all that I am, I am willing. And yes it takes forgiveness, but if you can't forgive you're only hurting yourself. Sorry I've said way too much. Forgive me? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.
A lovely write of their continued belief in their faith and the love of their god, enjoyed the read
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.