"If I have not love..."

DesertWords

Strike the gong
Again
Again
Hear the lovely melodies, the rich tones.
Play a love song for your beloved.

Ring the cymbal
More
More
Its piercing note floats through the air,
soothing the restless babe in her cradle.

Earn a PhD
Write a book in 77 languages.
Speak them fluently to a pretending world.
Pat yourself on the back.

Empty eloquence
Soulless sound
The world wounded by pretense
and a poverty of love.

Love, and all her synonym relatives, creates
something better.  Love cannot do otherwise
anymore than cymbals and gongs can play
a symphony.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2018 08:58
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  • sylviasearcher

    I have my own spirituality but I think the bible sums this up well

    The Way of Love
    13 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have aprophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, bso as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 cIf I give away all I have, and dif I deliver up my body to be burned,1 but have not love, I gain nothing.
    4 eLove is patient and fkind; love gdoes not envy or boast; it his not arrogant 5 or rude. It idoes not insist on its own way; it jis not irritable or resentful;2 6 it kdoes not rejoice at wrongdoing, but lrejoices with the truth. 7 mLove bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, eendures all things.
    8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For nwe know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but owhen the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For pnow we see in a mirror dimly, but qthen face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as rI have been fully known.
    13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

    • sylviasearcher

      Got some funny formatting sorry 😬

    • Fay Slimm.

      A powerful read as a tribute to love - an outstanding stanza has to be number four. Well done.

      • DesertWords

        Thank you for your kind words.



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