I Knew A Man

     I knew a Man who spoke of Love with the fondness of familiarity in his eye.  The sparkle that told you, he really had known such a thing. It made a coy smile spread across his weathered face like sunshine spreading across the morning grass and expunging all traces of the night's storm.

     He spoke of the Softness of Love, and how in moments of grief too great for a mortal heart to hold out against, love, like a comforter on a winters evening would chase away all traces of sorrow.  Leaving you content to find them replaced with warm thoughts of friends and and family.  Faces now gone, but never forgotten

  

     He spoke of the Compassion of Love, tender feelings so intense that nothing but the best for others motivates you to do good.  Feelings of empathy so complete that you experience their joy and sadness

     He spoke of the Sorrow of Love, how your heart breaks when those whom you love turn away from you.  When nothing you say or do will bring them back because of the hardness of your works and their hearts.  When prayer,  and time, and love are your only hope. 

     He spoke of the Strength of Love, and how it holds you up when you feel certain that you can not endure.  Strength that flows through you like electricity, 

energizing the very fibers of your being, giving you the strength you never knew you had to face life's trials.

     He spoke of the Joy of Love that fills you with an anticipation that is so real, you feel the energy of their presence long before they become visible.  That just having them near makes you feel completely content.

     He spoke of his love for me and I could not wonder at his words A captive of his Strength and forever the beneficiary of his Joy, I had learned of the capability Compassion had to change a hardened heart.  I knew that His Joy and Mine were intertwined,  The ring of gold and cherished promise spoken years ago had long since made me his for eternity