The road to love is strewn with sensations,
passed through like many expensive toll gates.
We drive through them without true attention.
Barely remembered, leaving deep bruises.
They surface in dreams for only moments.
Retreating with sunrise, they hide below.
The roadmap is marked with tears and laughter.
But the destination is worth the ride.
We seek and we ask; we suffer and pray.
But within the stillness of the center
We find the One who is love eternal.
He heals bruises left by a mortal’s love.
We reach our desired destination
when striving ends and surrender begins.
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Author Notes
â??I will rise now,â?? I said, â??And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love.â?? I sought him, but I did not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, â??Have you seen the one I love?â?? Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love.
â??I will rise now,â?? I said, â??And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love.â?? I sought him, but I did not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, â??Have you seen the one I love?â?? Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love.
â??I will rise now,â?? I said, â??And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love.â?? I sought him, but I did not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, â??Have you seen the one I love?â?? Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love.
â??I will rise now,â?? I said, â??And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love.â?? I sought him, but I did not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, â??Have you seen the one I love?â?? Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love.
I will rise now, I said, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love. I sought him, but I did not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, Have you seen the one I love? Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found the one I love.
Song of Solomon
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