Thursday, February 23, 2006

Love is a flower

Love is a flower that grows in the most unique of circumstances. The more difficult the surroundings the stronger the plant. When it is grown under conditions of ease and comfort it becomes a weak bloom that can wither and die at the first heated blast of adversity. However, when grown in the rocky soil of conflict and hardship it grows tall and strong weathering all seasons. No love can be said to be truly strong until it is tried in the kiln of sorrow and pain. Only the love that survives can be said to be true love. Fondness and affection can only tolerate isolated moments of struggle before the blossom fades forever leaving behind only the dried remains of it former self. No matter the winds that blow or the conditions that oppress true love it still remains. Its blossom may be battered and wilted, but it will revive and be stronger for its battering. “Now abideth faith, hope, and charity (true love), these three; but the greatest of these is charity.” (I Corinthians 13:13) True love conquers all and is defeated by none. It sinks its roots into the rockiest of soils and brings beauty to all around it. Lucky are those who find its fragrant blossom.


c2much said...

well said, I often wonder if enduring love will ever come my way. So far it all has withered in adversity.

wwhijr said...

I am told that there is someone for everyone. Just where that someone is I haven't discovered yet.