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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Eternity Has No Other Name

by:

Wendy M. Z. (me)

Etched in blood

we are enslaved

Freed we are

in the arms of rain

Cleansing served cold

ignites more pain

Only in warmth

can we be saved.

If you guessed me, Wendy, at M's place: CONGRATULATIONS!!!! You WIN a great big virtual hug and kiss!

And, a huge smile!

from C.S. Lewis:

"To love at all is to be vulnernable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket ~safe, dark, motionless, airless~ it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."