Do loving acts have motives?
A crocodile’s belly with its agenda,
written in invisible ink,
with a shocking message, we would not want to read.
Or are they just what you want them to be. Love.
“So do not fear or be dismayed.”
Gospel of Matthew
Do loving acts have motives?
A crocodile’s belly with its agenda,
written in invisible ink,
with a shocking message, we would not want to read.
Or are they just what you want them to be. Love.
“So do not fear or be dismayed.”
Gospel of Matthew
The following poem is a code-breaking poem from the life of Violette Szabo. She used it transmit messages when undercover in France during WW2. She was an agent for Allied forces in WW2 who after being caught, tortured and sexually assaulted, was executed at Ravensbruk Concentration Camp.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
Written by Leo Marks
“The Father will honor whoever serves me”
Gospel of John
I AM a firework, all set to go off today,
Sometimes a small pathetic display of emotion,
but other times,
full on love with colored streaks of light,
piercing a dark sky,
made darker by my impression,
shouting and screaming my message of …
Look at me. Listen to me. See me. Notice me.
Fireworks come in many forms,
And when expressed in single characters,
miraculously bottled into words,
they emerge, either beautiful or triumphant,
Sometimes both,
Into images that fly across peoples mind,
with my intent or their reflection,
left as indelible marks on their soul.
“and water gushed out in abundance for the people”
Book of Numbers