(PHOTO WAS TAKEN AS I LOOKED DOWN FROM MY HOTEL BALCONY IN ATLANTA, GA — 2/2009)
Have you ever loved someone blindly? Totally. Completely. Uncontrollably. Without question. Without promise of return. Yes, love is indeed blindness. It IS indeed drowning in a deep well.
You know you may crash and shatter if and when you hit the glass bottom. But, oh the ride. The fall–that’s where the joy is. If you’re not sentimental or romantic, this may not pertain to you. But if the depth of your capability to love reads like a large number squared, you may find the geometry of this endless well mirrors the endless deep of your heart.
Love is clockwork. But not the span of time we’re accustomed to. It stretches across eternity and lasts longer than we do.
Like geometry, love is an ever changing shape as it searches to find the size of itself and the relative position of proximity to others throughout time and space.
Love is more than a feeling. It is a truth, put into action. It is verb; it gains momentum as it is applied.
We seek to love others in life and once we find them we go to endless lengths to hold on to, to possess, to magnify and multiply love’s magnificence. Still we may fall short and ultimately time is a thief we can’t avoid.
Love is a dangerous idea that almost makes sense. It’s the light that chases all that is dark away.
All this love, all this depth — where does it come from and where will it go when our time is over? I think I know. Do you?
LOVE IS BLINDNESS — U2
Love is blindness, I don’t want to seeWon’t you wrap the night around me?
Oh, my heart, love is blindness. In a parked car, in a crowded street
You see your love made complete.
Thread is ripping, the knot is slipping
Love is blindness. Love is clockworks and cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel.
Squeeze the handle, blow out the candle
Love is blindness. Love is blindness, I don’t want to see
Won’t you wrap the night around me?
Oh, my love,
Blindness. A little death without mourning
No call and no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense. Love is drowning in a deep well
All the secrets, and no one to tell.
Take the money, honey…
Blindness. Love is blindness, I don’t want to see
Won’t you wrap the night around me?
Oh, my love,
Blindness. To Listen to The Edge Sing This (From “The Sky Down” DVD) Click Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwqXZ6wg1pA
1 Corinthians 13:3-10 What Love Is (The Message Bible)
If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.
u2areloved 