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  • NOW I TOO ASK - TELL ME WHAT THE LOVE IS?

    Many ask "tell me what is love? Danielscharles ' Blog inspired me to ask the same question what is love?
    Love is to acknowledge my relationship with otters. it is to recognise the role of each one. It is an unconditional disposition to perceive what the beloved needs and wants. It is to respect the choice of the beloved unconditionally. It is also a free disposition to allow the other to be as she is and never to compel the other what I expect her to be. Love is that love between Adam and Eve before they sinned. Love is kind, love is gentle love is mild love is pure love is altruistic. Love covers the multitude of sins of the others. Jesus says no greater love is there than to lay down one’s own life for his beloved. Love is to serve with liberty in spirit. Love is not slave. Love is a master who serves with simplicity. Love is to live and let others live. Love is to allow the others as they would like to be. Love is to seek the good, the welfare and the well being of oneself and those of all who surround him. Love is to live in peace and allow others to live in peace. Love is truth. Love is righteousness and faithfulness. Love is the disposition to immolate oneself for the survival and well being of the beloved. Love is the capacity to accept the neighbour. Love is to accept the criticism and seek one’s own growth. Love is to accept the criticizer and treat him as a friend and with gratitude. Love is t accept the self loss and promote the welfare of the beloved

    And now I too ask you tell me what love is ?

  • YOUR MEMORY MOTHER

    You called out my name Mother
    I felt joy at your voice so tender
    I rushed to you clinging your knees
    I was too small to reach your face

    At my guilt you called out my name
    I gently obliged to you without claim
    I didn’t like the idea to hurt my Mom
    Your love forbade me act with shame

    You called out my name dear Mother
    For accomplishing my daily homework
    You were my teacher, a playmate, a hero
    With you praise and affection I excelled

    In my shame you claimed me to be yours
    You assured me with trust an alternative
    You are the architect for my loss to reverse
    I cling to you dear Mother with heart’s content

    You watched over my friends towards the gain
    You loved them for I was yours
    You were my hero yes a true companion
    Your gentle hands mother I revere

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