Love in the world is seen as a finite thing. Love is seen as having a beginning and, too often, an ending. The verb love has present tense, past tense, future tense and other variations as well, and yet love itself comes not from a world of time. The pitter patter of little feet is not the same as the feet themselves. The pitter patter can pause, and yet the feet are still there.
We can compare love to music. Music is played, and when the band stops playing, music can still be heard even as the instruments are still. The music is heard inside. It was always inside. The outside is an interim, yet inside the music is always.
A visitor comes to your house, and a visitor leaves your house, yet love is far more than a visitor who comes and goes.
I do understand that love does appear to you as a temporal visit, perhaps a guest who gets up and leaves in a hurry, or one who stays longer than you may want.
Love in the world has disappointed you, and yet love is not that which comes and goes. Love does not really vary. Love itself does not go up and down.
Love is the stage you appear on. It is your very platform.
We can compare love to a purse full of money. You reach in, and you reach out. You spend some. You gain some. And yet you have an unchanging purse-full of wealth. Your purse of love is full whether it is in your pocket or in a drawer somewhere. Love is not limited to a place nor can it be smaller. Love is its own inherent size.
You have a heart full of love. You spend it on occasion, and, on another occasion, you reap love. Even so, love is a constant. It is a given. Because love is sometimes hidden doesn’t mean that love has gone anywhere. Where can love go, beloveds? Love is the substance of life itself. When a body that housed love leaves, loves isn’t over. Love stays, and it also accompanies the bearer of the love. There is no place for love to go to when it is everywhere.
Love is like the air. You can breathe it in and out, and yet there is always air. And the same air is breathed by all. Air is not in short-supply. And no one owns the air. Air is for all, and love is for all. And love comes from everywhere. And love goes everywhere.
Even when a fan directs air to you, it is not your air. You may be cooled by the motion of the fan, and yet you don’t own the air. You don’t really give air, nor do you really take it.
Love cannot really fit in your hand. It cannot even fit in your heart. Love breaks all boundaries. In truth, when it comes to love, there are no boundaries to break. Love is not a candy bar that can be broken in two. Love can be shared but not broken in pieces. There are no fractions when it comes to love.
Love cannot be counted nor must it ever be discounted. You don’t own it, yet you have it. It is the most wonderful thing you have and yet do not possess. All love is Mine, beloveds, and I bequeathed it to you. Love has so much leavening, it is self-perpetuating. There is no more nor less when it comes to love. Love is love, and love is, and you are a carrier of it.