Love Is Impossible

“But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you” (Matthew 5:44 ESV; cf. Luke 6:27-28).

Man persecutes, God forbids….time goes on.

Where is love?

How come I can’t see it anymore?

Can I love my enemy?

No, it is impossible.

Should I fear my enemy?

Yes, for they are the slayers of love….

It is me against the world.

I would like to ask you for your help but, I couldn’t do that to a friend.

My friend is the enemy of my enemy, they say.

We must all be enemies then….

Maybe you have known love once

I don’t want to show you any different.

Turn the other cheek and we will die.

Love thy neighbor as you love yourself and hate him

Charity never faileth unless you need it.

Charity is a brick for a mansion in that paradise that is spoken of but no one has seen

Why are the streets of Heaven paved in gold?

Is there value in Heaven?

Is there a “gold standard”?

Is there a price?

My heaven is a dirt road on a chilly morning.

Give and ye shall receive…they say.

Take; and you will get it all…..we know.

Give….and go wanting.

Take….and conquer.

I remember love……but we LIVE with hate and fear.

Love…

It is impossible.

Why do they say “fall” in love?

Why can’t we “rise” to love?

Do you feel love without fearing to lose it?

Which is stronger; the fear or the love?

Love without fear is a myth.

It is impossible to have one without the other.

I pray in the dark and ask God for love.

They say:

God is love

God is in me

I say:

There is no love, thus…..

I have just been chastised by my heart.

Sentimental ass….

Something just happened….

I was writing this in a somber, ill-tempered mood.

Then…

As I thought about love and why it is impossible;

I wondered…

What IS love, really?

I LOVE cookies?

I LOVE puppies?

I LOVE sunrises?

I LOVE it when you do that?

I LOVE the fact that you say you love me too?

I LOVE you so much it hurts…..

My brain cannot define love.

Love is the most abstract, improbable, illogical and impossible of all things…

Why do I hate mine enemy?

Because, they are not like me…

Because, they hate me right back.

Why do I love you?

I have no idea….

I can’t help myself.

Why do you love me?

You say that you ask yourself that all the time and I laugh.

My heart has no problem defining love.

It thinks it’s simple enough to explain…without interference from my brain.

My heart knows love when it sees it.

My heart is a blind, treacherous bastard.

I should never listen to it.

But, my heart leads me and I follow.

My heart does not listen to my brain; no matter how much it pleads.

My brain can’t explain love….

My heart can’t deny love…

My soul craves love…

I love you and you love me….

I got it.

I don’t know why I never thought of it before.

My lying, deceitful, innocent heart just whispered it to me.

I knew; I knew the meaning of love the whole time!

It’s only a miracle!

Go figure!

Love is just a simple miracle.

I see it now….