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Friday, 25 January 2008
You may forget but
Let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
- Sappho
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Another day begins. In this day we have the choice between love and the the choice between death. How is it that the opposite of love is death? For God is love and if we are to ignore him then we choose death. I choose God. I reach for him through the depths of my being. I question myself, I question God. Why must I do so? Why can I not be content with just being in love with the Beloved? To be in commune with the Father. That is what I long for. That is what I seek. Yet everyday with each trial and tribulation I am led in a battle to resolve that, I reach for him still. The battle is worth fighting, my Father is worth dying for. Why can we not fully grasp the meaning of that? And yet again I question my words.
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