Introduction
Yes, the truth about love.
The Truth About Love
The nature of love is hardly evolutionary, some big bang affair,
It’s origin too lofty, no survival of the fittest, dog eat dog, here.
And all why love’s oft referred to as heavenly, or exquisitely divine,
And even romantic love spoken of as celestial, hence that cloud nine.
Yes, love in all its forms being something beyond mere human invention, and
Of a pure nature, free of self and corruption, all why with truth it’s seen to stand.
Be it agapē, storge, phileō, or erōs love, its not Darwinian,
And this being why we must recognise love’s supernatural origin.
And given love’s wonder, it stands to reason it must come from a wondrous source,
An intelligence even greater than ours, and not some impersonal force,
But a source free of our weaknesses, unworthy propensities, soiled, fallen state,
A sphere way beyond ours, where what’s thought, said and done, love is seen to motivate,
And where that same love is seeking to restore and elevate humanity,
Hence its graciousness given our rebelliousness, callousness and profanity.
Oh yes, love not hiding our reality, but intent on recovery,
All why it leads the open and willing on a journey of discovery.
And thus love having a good end in mind — and that being, our best interests,
Which is why in every aspect of our life it productively invests.
And love believing in justice, hence why there’s no running away from things, nor
Getting away with things, ’cause how would things be if it weren’t for this or that law?
Oh yes, love’s not silly, all why it wants to renew our hearts and minds, so that
Doing good and what’s right will come naturally, such being where it’s all at.
Thus the entrance of love changing us, taking us beyond where we are, so that
We’ll become as if love itself, a living witness, and that too, where it’s at.
Love’s not something that we could’ve thought up, nor can it come out of nothing, no,
Love being too profound, pre-existing (like the sun which also sees things grow).
Or like the wind, felt but not physically grasped, though seen in operation,
Love passionate, beautiful and purposeful, not some out-of-the-blue creation,
Nor what oft passes for love these days, but something that’s selfless, sincere and true,
Something amazingly powerful, beyond our ken, touching me, touching you.
Something that keeps on amazing, it oft miraculous, and always faithful,
Something that should burn within us all, thus attracting via its magnetic pull.
Yes, love’s not an evolutionary thing, but a mystery, if you well,
Foreign to fallen hearts, but changing fallen hearts, and removing inward ill.
No emotionless force doing that, but a Creator, superior being;
And evidence of a designer — oh, how precise the cosmos! — agreeing.
Yes, love can’t come from something, but only a Someone, Someone with feelings too,
Someone who’s all about goodness, right doing, what’s sound, beneficial and true.
Love being the highest form of intelligence, the greatest revelation,
And hence why there’s nothing else that can bring about as bigger transformation.
And so, love’s not evolutionary, nor thought up, thus beyond invention,
It existing outside of us, yet dwelling within us, where that’s our intention.
Love not forcing its way in, but seeking permission, ready to move and mould,
Though only in the surrendered heart, ’cause love can’t survive where the heart is cold.
Ahhh, religious humbug, you say, but hey, love having no religion, yet found
Anywhere and everywhere, thus not partial, exclusive, nor you or I bound.
No, love’s bigger than all of us, and existing despite us, and all why we
Can’t claim it, but simply embrace it, express it, live it, nobly and freely.
Without love, humanity would’ve perished long ago; compassion, charity,
Tolerance and forgiveness soon gone, along with sympathy and empathy.
Oh yes, there being so much that we owe to love, and all why love’s critical,
And thus far, it having held back even greater harm, coldness, ill and evil.
But how many still listen to love’s voice these days, and all love’s wishes fulfil,
Given that the world’s become far more corrupt and violent, terribly ill?
All which love could’ve prevented if it had been in each heart, and there to stay,
Living and breathing, connected to its outside source, and having all the say.
Love is what we are, not what we do, but we doing because of what we are,
The state of our heart dictating, love transcending good deeds, the reason for the bar.
Thus good deeds not making a good person, but that transforming love when within,
Which governs all that is thought, said and done, revealing those who are genuine.
The truth is, that love’s all about others, not ourselves, we loving them, and they
Loving us, thus love an inward thing for outward use, which we duly obey.
But if our cupboard’s bare, how can we share, and hence that source of supply, which we
Need to be plugged into, which isn’t humanity, nor of Darwin’s theory.
Yes, love came from Someone divine, it there before us, ’cause the following’s true:
We can’t fall from a fallen position, and fall we have, our lives so askew.
Our love but a shadow of its former self, we needing to find our way back,
So that love in all its fullness may be seen, and thus our hearts and minds on track.
By Lance Landall
