Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Forte!

Courage to become, strength to be, resides within the depth of love’s wheelhouse. A heart’s resilience, not derived from knowing how to exist, but every heartbeat knowing how to thrive. Valiant love, draws mightily from its quiver, wielding confidently from the sheath of thy heart, to slay one’s fears. One’s heart and soul, doesn’t need an impenetrable armor to withstand. Just an unyielding confidence, to stand thy ground, in the face of adversity. Arrows drawn, will thus pierce the fabric of one’s mind, but never reaches the heart of one’s fortified beliefs. Overcoming slings and things, undergirded by the breadth of your soul’s forte. A heart, excels not by its ability, but the essence of its inevitability. The most vulnerable part of what cuts deep, not what leaves you wounded, but the thrust of what penetrates your beliefs the deepest. Having, the fortitude to keep your forte intact, compelling one’s soul to take heart, when circumstances test your soul’s resolve, the echoes of its vigor resounding. Hopes and dreams, encounter the right perception not by chance, but of an intentional understanding, acquiring the right perspective. Deep love, intuitive hilt to the tip of its sphere, its brilliance revealing the beauty of its totality; love’s forte! 

“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭5‬-‭8‬ ‭NIV‬‬ – Feb 5, 2025 

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Island and Streams!

In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!

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