In Preparation for The Love Month~ February…Poetry🌹

Starting with the Biblical explanation concerning love, I will post 1 Corinthians 13.

Thank you Bible-gateway

1 Corinthians 13New International Version (NIV)

The Apostle Paul speaks …

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. 🌹

 

One thought on “In Preparation for The Love Month~ February…Poetry🌹

  1. This Word Called Love
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    Oh what can I say about the word love?
    Asking if it really is or something conspired
    Holding tightly to impressions believed
    Searching places where thinking it might be
    Wanting desiring for a fleeting fantasy
    This action called “to love,” not imagined
    Holding it tightly as a song-less, song bird
    Caught in a cage insisting, own ways
    Perceiving for another the ways they are to be
    Strangling the avian not allowing their flight
    Captured in a prison of your perceived delight
    The fowl looses feathers, plucking them out
    Wanting so to be itself, wanting to fly
    Away from an insistent conquering fright
    Bald and ugly now, plumage falling out
    Once stood a beautiful lover and now ~
    Behind bars, a seized encapsulated fowl
    So what about the word, Love?
    Does it exist in our box of ideas
    And, is it trapped inside our four walls
    Or is it free to fly away for seasons in love
    Returning freely, and lively breathing life
    Colorful as God intended it to be, so bright
    And examine your beautiful bird smiling
    And see your neighbors ~ brown, bald and dying
    Pulling feathers out under siege
    Now tell me, does love let this bird breath
    Or does it kill what it can’t perceive

    K♣️

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