She stormed in, fit to be tied. She was angry and argumentative. She was demanding and demeaning and derisive.
We just listened.
After a while--after the spew of poison slowed down to a trickle--after the walls came down--behind them we could see the stress, the anxiety, the fear.
No one ever said it would be easy. Believe me, that was no sin of omisssion.
It's not a religion. It's not a creed. It's not a doctrine. It's not a philosophy or an organization or a methodology. It's not a law or a rule or a guideline. What carries us all through, what gives us all strength, what ties our tongues and opens our hearts so that compassion flows even as the venom spews, is--simply and unequivocally--love.
It scatters the darkness. It is our only hope.
Is there hope for you today?
"Love never ends."
So glad if you enjoy reading these...please feel free to share! If you're reprinting, it's always nice (and legal) to ask. (c) 2015, Steve Fiechter
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