There are enough words that mean love. That one word attached to every breath. The dynamic which holds life, every day, another is the greatest outcome that holds all within life its soul to have. This is that love should ever be explained, that it is forever. The wonders of going a little further towards living strengthen everlasting.
To think is to by-pass into the unknown of creation and find that because it comes from one, it must always be opposed to passing life. Every aura of alone it the only thought which must it be, is, fear. Where love is erased, the terror of ending begins, the death, of a finding start. Come what must be another once of everything so that life is in all the giving of its soul.
God standing far away, and holding the attention of all as it having a front row seat, seated, being life, and yet, holding is not within his hands, held with the might of tender, kindling to the first worth firing love its grasping giving life to the soul. All watched by the steady patience of time. The course of the path impeaches all moments where God is love. Now, come, his hand gently pats my thoughts with peace. Rest, God holds all!
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