The Descent of Love
If trust is no man’s land today then pain is the only way through this disease. When did all this love descend to become such harm?
If trust is no man’s land today then pain is the only way through this disease. When did all this love descend to become such harm?
All the men in me are broken and tired now. They want to be no one's sons, brothers and husbands.
What if how we get to heaven is how we treat our mothers but we are the ones who never treat them well enough?
It’s only when you are having a lousy day or week which then turns into a terrible month or year that your friendship, relationship, marriage, job or company is put to the test.
Everything we share is eventually multiplied. Joy. Courage. Belief. Prosperity. Fear. Doubt. Lethargy. Hatred. It applies to the best and worst of us.
We all have our flaws; some grow with time; others we inherit; a few are born out of love and suffering.