We’ve been in hiding, in our homes, some alone, lonely, all of our diversions pulled from us. A silent killer out there, out for all seven billion or so of us. The poet and the prophet have told us that love is greater than wisdom, which is greater than financial wealth. ![]() ![]() The poet and the prophet for thousands of years in literature, both faith and secular, from the pulpit and from the communal fire have made the same point, again and again and again, that what we pursue is empty. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see. – Subterranean Homesick BluesĪnd when the broken-hearted people, living in the world agree. Twenty years of schoolin’, and they put you on the day shift. Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. ![]() Gold there is, and rubies in abundance, but lips that speak knowledge are a rare jewel. “It’s no good, it’s no good!” says the buyer then off he goes and boasts about his purchase. I am a religious journalist that writes on popculture and race and I am offering Love Letters this week. Issues of race are taking center stage during this time of social distancing.
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