To live only to be consumed by a love that destroys and devours...
Is not living....
But to be murdered by love...
For its very sake...
Love is the consuming fire...
It moves the very blood through our veins..
It carries our souls to the next life.
When the flesh of our hearts beat their last..
Love takes us....
Carries us.....
To that place which is Peace...
Nothing is desired...
The peace which buckles the knees...
and pulls the tears from our angry eyes...
With only the sweet breath of love to fill our lungs...
Tell me that this is not all that is needed...
Because it is....
