We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives and in its train
come ecstasies old memories
of pleasure ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away
the chains of fear from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave.
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are and will ever be.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
~ Angelou Maya ~
– Post by Jen of Project BE Bold
Time heals almost all wounds.
Love heals the rest…
I did not make that up – but I LIKE IT!
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exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life…..