There’s a fine line between love and suffering. Anyone who has loved deeply will know this. As you get older the fine line between the two becomes almost transparent. It is as if suffering itself takes hold of the hand of love to be guided by love into its uncertain future. There is only one joy to growing old: You can, at last, face love as an equal. Through suffering you have earned the right to stand alongside love and say: Yes, isn’t it wonderful.
We Own Love to suffer is to pay the price required of love - suffer the warmth of sunlight the buzz of living’s restless contesting it’s insignificance. dust is reborn into many lives as the end is resurrected again and again but we stay we stay with the words we carve into the flesh of being real into the hope of the not-forgotten to the mind of God.