The Constant

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The Constant

Man loves at times and for different reasons
He loves more or less in seasons
His heart gets warm like the
weather in Summer & Spring
It sprouts, it blooms, it grows, it sings
Sweet melodies filled with good intentions
Then it begins to fall away and get cold
Like the leaves of Autumn and the Winter snow
So it changes from time to time; from season to season
Unlike another love I know
It stays the same all the time
It doesn’t have to grow because it is the greatest love any man could know
It’s a love that stays the same throughout eternity
This love is not just shown for Christmas or Valentine’s Day
This love is constant in every way
It doesn’t change with seasons or from day to day
This love is there in bad times and good
It stays there even when it should - not - because of our ugly ways
Even when we don’t love this love stays because it is constant
The love of God is constant.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Rhema’s Poems (34)

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