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I have seen love present


I have seen love present in a tiny piece of bread

I have tasted its sweetness upon my tongue

I have sung its praises day by day

For no greater love is shown than that of the Eucharist

 

I have seen many cry over its power

Over the love they finally realized was there’s

Smelled the power of the incense 

Our prayers flying to heaven

To be received by the saints and angels and given to the King

 

I have smelled the aroma of paint dripping from a cedar porch

Heard the laughter of many jokes told 

Over the smell of sweat which stayed for one week

The joys of a homeowner seeing the sight of something new 

 

The stories of how souls found Christ

And witnessing some find Him in the present 

Through a sacrament by the name of confession 

Where many feared to go before

 

From stories of friends being murdered 

To stories of mistakes made many a time

To choices that changed a family, a school, a soul

To the sound of hash tag crew 3

 

From the taste of gallons of pop in several days 

To the taste of even more in even less time

From bonfire talks and songs of the same

To negotiating a phrase which would affect the soul of many

Taking 5 hours to decide a simple phrase 

 

The smell of fireworks in forested area

To the taste of the powder upon your lips

From the sound of explosions around a small camp fire

I have lived some much but yet so little

 

Say that I am crazy that I have gone too far 

But I say love is the one thing one can’t overdo

One could say I have given up too much of myself

Why I would simply say

“Love consumes in our level of self-surrender”

For why would you not wish to be submerged in love!

 

Always I shall show others that they are loved

That love is an action, and it matters not our reaction

I shall look upon the Host of Christ and say 

So you have loved me so shall I love them.

 

For in the sounds of an all too common phrase, Agape 

In this I hear another sound

The sounds of Rubbing Hands, Snaps, and then a Clap

For God is Good and He is love

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