Non-Fiction · Ponderings

The Most Sacred of them All

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13‬:‭4‬-‭7‬ ‭NIV‬‬
https://bible.com/bible/111/1co.13.4.NIV

Like a bride walking down the aisle

with grace,

in white laces,

in pearls,

and in veil,

ready to give her entirety

to her groom who’s all smiling, standing in front the Holy Grail . . . .

. . . . such a bittersweet moment for a sobbing dad who is giving her away.

Like a nation’s flag,

to which we sing the Anthem that always brings out silent tears;

to which we stand in honor of our beloved country’s pride and glory;

to which we lay our hands

on our chest. . . .

. . . on loyalty and patriotism,

the vets are the best.

Like a prayer,

during which we say contrition with fervor:

Be aloud or in silence,

We clothe ourselves with humility.

We strip ourselves of pride.

We ask for deliverance and provision.

We give thanks and praise—

Amen is a potent affirmation.

Truer than gold;

Purer than spring water;

Prettier than May flowers;

Sweeter than honey,

Is humanity’s greatest legacy:

Love is the most sacred of them all.

It’s sanctity lies on its very essence,

conquering us, all.

YouTube/Kenny Rankin/What Matters Most

Creative · Ponderings

Not Yet

Have you ever been camping?

But one night, I will.

I love to see the moon and the stars,

Where there’s no other source of light.

And after I gaze enough,

I would make a bonfire,

S ’mores and hot coco.

Then I would bring out the ukulele,

Play it

And sing Grow Old With You

Or and Wouldn’t it Be Nice.

Let the moon and the stars witness.

After I sing enough,

I would lay down with him,

Say a little prayer,

And bid goodnight

To the moon and the stars above.