"Love is patient, love is kind" she thought,
as she closed her front door, those words,
had flown out the window.
What happened to the framed meaning of love,
she never hung it on the wall when she moved in.
Maybe, she should have.
But did it help before, when it was in her face everyday?
That is not something that gets hung on a wall,
it needs to be hung in the heart.
1 Corinthians 13
1 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If 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 have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
'Seeing' Perfection, part 2
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