| | I wish I could play an instrument so I could play my heart.
Instead, I’m forced to reduce what’s inside to letters and numbers.
Then, try communicating it in a way others can understand.
My vocabulary isn’t what it should be to be able to do this.
Actually, the english language isn’t meticulous enough.
I’d rather find one who can exhaustively comprehend what’s in my eyes, my tones, my manurisms, my intent, my heart…
Rather than try to share bits and scatter wholeness with many friends.
I’ll never find what I’m looking for, because such a friend no longer exists as human.
Such a friend exists only through faith, only in hope.
I am the instrument being played; the music is from this friend's heart. This friend lives in me and through me.
Guides me and holds me.
This friend is my strength, power, and understanding.
This friend is your friend too with belief in your heart.
Just say it and you can have this friend loving you.
Live it and this friend will bless you.
Build it and know intimacy.
It’s what I’ve always wanted. And it’s what you’ve been looking for.
Love. Who is love? God is love.
1 John 4:8
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| | Posted 12/5/2006 7:10 PM - 33 views - 12 comments
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