Love has always been. In the eternity of eternities.
There with God. From God. A beginning appears.
Love is not an event. Love is a quality.
Of a God whose slain are alive.
Qualities from him. In him. Not created.
Created things don’t create anything else.
In the beginning God made his love appear. As a quality.
There. A fire glittered.
The “f” and “r” of “fire” connect. Composed.
Each is one. But they reach the mind together.
We can separate them into two. And when we do.
They become a slave and a lord.
This is how truth works: the fire of longing flares up
out of ontological reality. Whether or not they stay or go.
They are weak beyond measure when they light up.
The very strongest are weak when they desire.