Love—
mortals have sung it’s praise before
and it will be sung again
over and over throughout time
forever…
and yet, with each new song,
the bard that sings
discovers something new
ever adding to that mound of understanding—
nothing is new, nothing is old
and yet, everything is!
Love discovered, is his to keep
who searched and toiled and won.
~shini abraham, ©2013, Treasures in Darkness – duco divina – contemplative doodling
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