Poem: 1st Corinthians 13

Cup of coffee with coffee beans on a brown wooden background

1st Corinthians 13

You sit
at a table
reminiscing
alone,

eyes staring
far into time
remembering
all the different versions
of you, of your journey

and the inflicters of pain,
intentional and otherwise
all because they never learned
to love.

About this poem

Love, the feeling, is easy, and often temporary. Love, the action, takes learning and time and work. Too often, because of the people we are inflicted with, we learn the wrong versions and love becomes something misunderstood, as easily used as a weapon as balm.

For my non-Christian readers, 1st Corinthians 13 is known as the love chapter, where the author, Paul, gives us the best and most complete, most true definition of love. It’s worth a read, If for no other reason than to know what we Christians should aspire to, above all things.

Reminiscing. Grateful for the escapes and where I am.

Tom

4 comments

    • Could be! My theory on anything I write or paint is that as soon as I put it out there, it really ceases to be mind, but instead becomes what the reader or viewer makes of it. Forgiveness it is!

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