This thing called love
How dare we symbolize it
With cuddly animals
Or pink hearts?
Have we no respect?
Love is more like the sun,
Searing
Blinding
It pulls us inexorably with its power
Sucking us in
Helpless
Into its heat
Its flaming chaos
Until we fear that we will be powerless
And consumed
No it is not safe
This thing called love
And so we want to run
To hide
To seek safety away from the fire
And yet
In the fire of authentic love
We are refined
Remade
Restored
Losing our self we find our self
Losing we gain
What we seek
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God is love I
John 4:7
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