Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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.