Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The weight of a tear

The apostles had to be the first great poets of all time. What other book can be said to have survived so many thousands of years and wars and still relates to life and our thoughts today as it did the first day it was written. When discouraged I try to reread various passages. The Corinthian 13 has always been one of my favorites to reread over and over. I could let anger control my actions or pain make my decisions, but I would be no further as the weight of darkness would weigh me down. It is important to keep love in our hearts.

There is no pain in loving,
but sorrow in its absence,
for when the day is filled
with darkness and the
clouds are black and gray
I will embrace my thoughts
of love and rejoice in the
happiness of the day.

I hold on to love because
 love is all there is. 
Shed in one tear, an ounce of sadness for what may not be,as it rolls down my cheek it picks up memories. Beautifully uncomplicated to
the seriously naive, it washed away the fear and it washed away the sadness but it could never wash away the love I have for you my dear. Steadily turning it makes a gentle curve , leaning towards hope and faith in just one little tear and as I catch it in my heart and hold it so very near, I realize how heavy the weight of just one tear. 

 Corinthians 13

13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, 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. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

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