Monday, July 30, 2007 8:45:19 PM
(This one of for the Holy Spirit. Written on July 28, 2007)
You love me when the sun sets,
as people fix to go to bed.
You love me whhile the streets
little by little become abandoned.
You love me as the street cats
meaw from neighbors' roofs.
You love me when all the clocks
tick throughout the neighborhoods.
You love me when I wake up,
as I make myself coffe.
You love me in the newspaper
that speaks as I bite a muffin.
You love me as dreams
abandon people's beds.
You love me in traffic jams
as people searc for success.
You love me as I study,
among books, friends and fast food.
You love me as I go home
when the moon says bye to the afternoon.
You love me now and forever.
You love me as the world sleeps and awakes.
You love me as a child got a fever.
You love me when my heart overworks and rests.
Thursday, July 12, 2007 1:49:09 AM
Essay on Love
Have you ever been in love? Love is the embarking on a journey of adventure towards the point in which you find your deepest desire. This desire is the source of strength and the gas for the journey. Love is not a mystery. Love is the response to a more sublime love. You need two people in order to fall in love. To really love mans to realize that you feel loved and we all are loved by God, who has given us his free gift of all.
God’s love mirrors in you and comes back to its source: the eternal flame that burns and produces more love.
In a song once I heard that “love is an innocent journey. Love is a cancer, love aint benign.” Of course! Love kills! Love kills anxiety, time, distance and bad desires.
Is love a feeling? I don’t know. All I know is that love is a reality and is more real than you and me because love still exists after we die. The above-mentioned song continues: “love is for free people like me” of course! To love someone implies to be rid of vices, intrigues, bad passions, rancor, bad strings attached, and of course the Devil. The Devil can deceive you with false love, but real love cannot come from him.
When you get married, you do it for love and the greatest expression of that love is intercourse: you are offering, giving and receiving the best of you. This love usually becomes concrete in children, the product of love. This is why abortion is bad: rejecting the fruit of love. Now, some people would offer pro-abortion or pro-choice arguments here. There is not a single reason to abort for abortion in itself is not love, regardless of the reason why the woman became pregnant. See, the thing is that we don’t stay focused on love. Even if you are raped, the child in your womb is your divine consolation and the proof of love: God is telling you: “I know what you are going through, but looks, there is a new life, a new beginning, and 9-month-old reason to love.”
Love is like ad old-fashioned pair of glasses: we kind of think twice before putting them on, but in the end they make you see well.
Love is an innocent journey.