We Haven't Just Been Told, We Have Been Loved

When all is said and done, the loud noise has done nothing but breed insecurity. Zeal in honest efforts moves the many and blind into either disillusionment or migraines. Fro the soapboxes of the faithful words fall like bricks and efforts seem futile. As dissipation reigns within the catacombs of their own security LOVE cries forth for justice. The scales are thrown out and the hangman is given the pink slip as the roar of the bonfires kindled with dictionaries dances hauntingly in the still air.
Justice cries forth as LOVE raises his bullhorn. As the little children cry out for hope with semi vacant stares there is one in heaven who hears and is alive. As fertility blooms as does destiny. While cells multiply songs are written and sunrises are painted. The good pleasure of LOVE brings forth all things for its own pleasure, to be swallowed up in eternal tango of joy, love, and mesmerizing jaw dropping beauty and splendor between the three smiling Lovers. Creativity is ejaculated as dreams of more lovers are birthed and forged.
Amidst the orbiting infernos who are declaring their uninhibited adulation, the heart if LOVE burns vehemently, as the objects of His affection immerse themselves into rebellion and bitterness spawning fear and pain. He calls out incessantly while only a few of the ones He called good in their mother’s wombs turn to Him. Boundless delight flows from His heart to His adopted children and bride, as ineffable splendor and euphoria are in store and available to them. Each and every one shines as the apple of His eye.
This is the destiny of man, to be utterly enveloped in LOVE. LOVE is what we crave and fights valiantly to, through, and overcoming the menace of Death. The Father sees His children and swoons over them speaking mysteries and comfort, delighting with an exuberant uproar at even the most inaudible “I love You” directed to LOVE. The Son made way as the Spirit dances and mauls the one in us who have not come to terms with their death yet.
There is a lap that beckons from on high. There are arms, big, brawny, strong, safe, and tender whose embrace we were meant to be forever cherished and held in. Our security and identity is found in this and this alone. LOVE marches forth beckoning the treasures of His uncontainable heart to join in the safety of His dream, the day of the gladness of His heart. In Him there is fullness of joy, for LOVE casts out all fears and knows His beloved, whether from the hair on their head or what kind of monkey makes them laugh the hardest, He knows and He cares, and it makes Him smile larger and brighter than any Cheshire cat, and not to mention it does nothing but calm the soul.
As two lovers lock eyes and passion emerge here there are eyes staring at His bride ablaze with depth and love unimaginable waiting for one just to take the plunge into getting lost utterly enamored with the swirling cavalcades of intimate tenderness. LOVE is a consuming fire and will take hold of His bride.
As fear besets His wide eyed delights He has rest for them. LOVE is not a collection of words or a select set of feelings so sporadic that even gauging what they are do nothing but breed frustration. LOVE is simply love. In Him we fight the raging storms to bring destiny to the most detestable and plagued. It is the power that heals with the inferno of a sincere hug. He calls out, be still little children, I know you and I love you. Rest in me. My arms are safe. My face is lovely and my voice is sweet. I will take care of you, Faithful and True are not minor adjectives but they are my name. I have never hated you and my plans for you are good. Rest in me and you will grow and you will be safe, I am the strong tower. Your Father He is God, and He loves His kids.