Love is impatient, love is unkind. It is full of envy and braggadocio. It is arrogant. It is rude. It is self-seeking and easily angered; it keeps a detailed record of wrongs. Love delights in evil and ignores truth.
It never protects, never trusts, never hopes, never perseveres.
Love ever fails.
Obviously I need some fresh air. Too much dust. Too many ashes.
Pollyanna is hiding.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Lenten reflection
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from one
pollyanna
to another-
english
simply does not have
enough words
for
love
that's all
Why is that do you suppose?
b
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