What is love?


It is not something we’ve chosen.  Nor is it ever something we can understand, it is the epitamy of mystery.



We couple up, in love, for life, we hope.  But we can never be sure, we can’t promise, all we can do is promise.



Some claim God is love, not some big guy in the sky.  This too a mystery.


I grew up Catholic.  I can’t seem to get this big guy in the sky image out of my head, no matter how hard I try.  And I try hard.  I don’t think God is just love, what does that make me?


The questions continue.  I think the questions are God.  At least for me, in my little world.


What do you think?


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