At the touch of Love

I knew not what love is -- until Love Itself touched me.


And when It did, I began the journey to share the Love that I, Its monstrance, am full of.


But it is not a road that is easy, for the world is taught to hate what is lovely.


And to think impurely the motive behind those who love unconditionally.


I go on loving despite the world's mockery and opposition.


It is full of pain, I accept -- and pain is part of loving.


And the fruits of love given I began to pick up -- for, to love I never give up.


And the world begins to see the Love is pure within me.

Spiritual gifts are born out of much sufferings

Like a caterpillar inside the cocoon, it endures and accepts much sufferings -- the sufferings of loneliness, darkness and the desert -- to achieve a higher level of experience.

By its sufferings are birthed in its soul new gifts -- the gift of wings, the gift of colors, and the gift of flight!

So it is in the life of a human being.