What is the real measure of Your love- how deep, how far, how wide? Could I discover it's boundaries, it's limits where the affections cease and the praises are undue? I'll pull up the pages of history, search for the woman you failed to set free. I'll become a hungry student of the truth, open the fearful mysteries too great for the faithless to question, too bold for the weak to see. And yet, I'll never find the end. I'll rediscover Columbus- profess the proof- the world is round! And all my searching's brought me back to this very same ground: He is love, and here I stand.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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I still love this one. Maybe cuz I was there. :)
Good job Susan!
i LOVE! alot! well done you.
~ morgan marie
James, I just caught the "Good job Susan" - oh, far too funny!!!
Kat! haha. i havent had a lot of time either to leave comments on your pieces. i was SO excited to read over as many as i could get my eyeballs on tonight.
hmmmmm, The Measure of Your Love. i LOVE that you started out with a big, fat question. I IMMediately relate with that. I think we all ask ponderous questions about His love, because we dont understand it. It is the ultimate mystery. The "it's" distract me, if i'm to be an ANALyst. My brain reads, "it is boundaries...it is limits." I like how you put yourself to work in this, striving to find one historical "oops", to no avail. You then declare WHAT you are going to be; you define yourself - a job description stemming from heart passions, as if it CANnot be helped. i LOVE how you bust out with these thought-provoking original phrases that makes me stop and think about it. The literature is presented cleverly, like a msytery in and of itself, unfolding like a story line by line. It isnt just poured out. It's water, stirred, reflecting the author's face when the ripples settle again. I like how you throw in Columbus like a little pleasant surprise. How easily it transported my mind to start seeing, truly, and finally, as you begin wrapping up the piece, what you as the author not only see but aim to convey. I wish you had been able to conclude by defining the measure of His love! haha. But, of course, that's impossible. :) Inasmuch as, it says a lot about you, that you would search out the truth of it without end in sight. I wasnt so sure about the, "here i stand" ending. it felt a tad abrupt, like you were asking me to create and polish a new mind picture right at the end. i was wondering, where is she standing? yes, on the ground of He is Love... maybe she is standing in rest, knowing that even if she cannot comprehend the measure of His love, she is still able to enjoy it, and enjoys being with Him who is Love. and i followed that in many of your other lyric-like metaphors i relished so keenly, you were busy looking, finding, always moving, etc. perhaps her stillness in standing is the end, i am thinking. but it did catch me off guard a litte.
PLEASE always write, Kate! I LOVE your writings. Always the fountain pen of your soul. You are a jewel among river rocks. LOVE YOU. thanks for letting me post again haha XO
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