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Sunday, March 25, 2001
          Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
 - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

         To love another person is to see the face of God. 
~ Victor Hugo ~

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your gold and good health have vanished.  
~ Og Mandino ~

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God. 
 ~ Mother Teresa ~

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.
 ~ Ralph Waldo Trine ~

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
 - Juliet to Romeo, Wm. Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

I am my beloved, and my beloved is me.
- The Bible, The Song of Solomon

From the Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:  
On Love
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."  And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:  When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep.  And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.  And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.  For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.  Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.  Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.  He threshes you to make you naked.  He sifts you to free you from your husks.  He grinds you to whiteness.  He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.  All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.  But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.  Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.  Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.  When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."  And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.  Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.  But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:  To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.  To know the pain of too much tenderness.  To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.  To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.           

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
~ Emmet Fox ~

              Okay, anybody not convinced that Love Is the Power and the Presence of God?  Anybody not convinced that Love can move the mountains (in our minds) that separate us from our Highest and Greatest Good?  Love Will have Its Way with All of us for Love Is God and God Is Love.  To feel our Soul Singing is Surrender to God, to Love.  To attain this we must turn from the Lie, "God helps those - who help themselves," to the Truth, "God helps those - Who Let Him."

 And So It Is!           

Letting Love use me in Its own Good Way,
Henry Lee Bates