For love speaks a harmonious thing far greater than hate and strife and love, mother of jealousy, protects from lies: the face of conceit and deceit.
Truth is a living being, a quickening spirit, a dimension of the universe, the Voice of God. And truth cannot be quenched, nor stopped nor cropped off or questioned to silence.
For when you pray, as JESUS teaches, make peace - first - that the GOD of PEACE, YHWH, would dwell within your bones: a fortification without repentance or retreat.
Therefore, the pain which brings joy healeth; the joy which brings joy healeth; the adoration which makes you cry, heals you; the anguish, purges you.
Sometimes, I'm persuaded that the definition of "ugly" or "beautiful" are subject to standards beyond our humanity...
For love is the offspring of trust. The bond that is thrust - upon whom is loved - is the ideal affection. I love because I have trust. For love entails sharing portions of your being with another.
Brokenness is the path to the less of it, a journey through which only those who are willing to accept the truth can 'become'.