There are no faces to put to this Name
Love bears no resemblance to the tunes played
or the dreams that never fade
of the faces you made
or the names we gave.
The faceless, nameless, tuneless, wide-awake LOVE
is simply void of haste, waste, hate, fate and belly-ache.
The pain in my centre is simply love restrained.
The love pours forth all sorts of words and noises.
It rests, content, to restore and pour out again.
Any thought against it churns in vain.
Words of love:
– σπλαγχνιζομαι (splanchnizomai) – pity or compassion, means to be moved in one’s internal or vital organs. (Matthew 9:36)
Words of warning:
– ἐμβριμαομαι (embrimaomai) – to groan in Spirit, to be deeply moved (like a horse snorting sound). (John 11:33)