Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
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Like This
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Who makes these changes?
It lands left.I ride after a deer and find myselfChased by a hog.I plot to get what I wantAnd end up in prison.I dig pits to trap othersAnd fall in.I should be suspiciousOf what I want.