Love.

Agape love is: profound concern for the well being of another, without any desire to control that other, be thanked by that other, or enjoy the process. (Madeleine L'Engle)

I've had the audacity to think myself capable of such love. The truth is God's the only one who can pull it off, and we can try and get so close, but still in our hearts there will be some voice which screams to be recognized and acknowledged and requited.

And there will be beauty in the way we love. And also pain, I think.

The only hope for me is that I believe God himself is fully love...agape and every other kind...and that because he is the essence of all that love is meant to be he can not act in a way that is unloving towards anyone at all.

This is a mystery. Like an eternal moment. Like unrequited love which keeps on loving. Maybe its because we've seen God love and love and love when no love has been returned. Maybe thats the only way we can bear it. Because there is something so right about continuing to love whatever the cost, about living by the gentle and free law of love...

You're my badlands
My grand canyon
My empty stream
You're my reservation
My second place consolation
My devastation
A thorn
A pang
A deep dark heartache
My greatest fear
A lonely tear
Hopelessness
An empty caress
An earthquake
A broken plate
Lost innocence
A cheap defense
My delusion
My confusion
A cancer
A wrong answer
A lost game
Fickle as fame
A bad critique
A glass that leaks
A fallen leaf
Talk too shallow
Ground that's fallow
Fatal attraction
You're my silence
My violence
You're a sad song
You're a long, you're a long, you're a long way from home...

...Cause you won't let go of everything
Until you're quiet one dark night
And you've given up the fight you've fought so long...

And you let it rain
You let it flood
You let it drive out all the pain of love.