Wednesday Proverb; At All Times!

Mediocre acts of kindness, could never be mistaken as real love, if the actions don’t portray wholehearted sincerity. Bold words may stand out, but if a heart is not open to receive. The mind perceives its boldness, but the closed off heart won’t receive, the deeper meaning. Love has a constant, its inner circumference. At its core, its intrinsic nature defines, won’t defy its own reality. If love depends, it will never transcend. At all times, love is! Its foundation, built to withstand, for it stands; the test of time. Love in kind, reciprocates in whole, but profoundly loses its meaning, if in part. Friendship is just, but a relationship must, be thus the quintessence. Every heart, has an open invitation to love invited. But, when the love is just words recited, the essence eludes the soul’s sense of being, pure. At no time, should there be any fear in love. At all times, love should be; nothing missing. A heart stingy with love, a soul, not yet enlightened, to love’s deep holistic remedy. To help heal wounds, in the receiver, as well the giver. Wholeness never becomes, without the journey taking place. Pure love, transparent in its entirety, refreshing in its simplicity. Even if just a measure, let it be a treasure. It’s within you, give it; at all times!

Love if just words, easily recited. Deep love is never taught, if the essence is not first known, then appreciated, becomes meaningless. Love allows its poetic nuances, when truly felt, become more than words!

“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born in a time of adversity.” Proverbs‬ ‭17‬:‭17‬ ‭

WCR

By design; Labor of Love!

Hard work and dedication is this; if you’re dedicated to work hard, life won’t become harder, than it needs to be. Love requires work, truth requires dedication. If, your heart is willing to love true, despite what you have to face. Surely, your soul will remain faithful to show love, regardless of what you have to go through!

Look at her, she’s a portrait, her love elevates my expression. Her heart a capture, my poetic muse; her worth will never pixilate. Splashes of my hue, could never enhance her inner beauty. It just lets her heart know, the texture of my love, with enough warmth to make the colors of her love vibrant. By design, when my soul inclines, the breadth of her love reclines, rest deeply on my heart. A love story, painted on the depth of my soul. My heart is whole, every heartbeat having a purpose. To tell the tale, but with every contemplation; love becomes a little more… breathtaking. Not because, it’s a beautiful portrait, but because it makes a profound difference, in the heart’s perception… of love!

In love, she was conceived; in life, her worth perceived. By design, her love was received; in death, in our hearts, she’s resting soundly. Love that permeates the soul, makes the heart whole!

In loving memory, WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards, Mar 9, 1990 to Mar 2, 2021

Wishing everyone, a wonderful Labour Day long weekend!