What is one life worth? What would we spend to buy one life? What are we willing to sacrifice to help save one life? Would we do more if one act could keep everyone alive one more day? Do we really care?

Dearly I love you

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem...Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, grant us peace.

"Out of the depths I cry to you of Lord..." "Without you of Lord I am a guide to my own destruction..." "Have mercy on me O God, according to your unfailing love...Cleanse me with hyssop and I will be clean; Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Hide your face from my sins and create in me a pure heart."

"Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breath, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me,'and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt town, to'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce me,'untie, or breake that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish me."

Take me to your heart oh God,
Show the difference between that which in me must change
And that which cannot be flawed,
For I will my weakness for your strength exchange.
Be near to me my lover,
And show me how to be near you

Do you dance with the devil?

"Do you like to dance with devil in the pale moonlight?" This post might be weird. One of my favorite books is "Paradise Lost." Milton portrays Satan in a very romantic kind of way. "Romantic" being defined not as having to do with love as we mostly use it, but romantic being a quality of the epic hero of most classical, medieval, and renaissance literature. He is portrayed as someone who feels remorse, pain, and longs to have mercy. Listen to Milton as Satan cries out, "O had his powerful destiny ordained me some inferior angel, I had stood then happy; no unbounded hope had raised ambition." What is it about us that we hope and long that even the most evil character still has some good? Darth vador, Gollum, Hanibal, etc. We all hope that in the end that not only will evil be vanguished but that evil will turn to good..."Is there no place left for repentence, none for pardon left?" Now i am not saying that we should feel bad for satan...however, why are God's mercy's "new every morning" and He will "remove our sins as far as east is from west." Why does God "desire that none should parish," and "long to see his creation reconciled back to him," yet turn his face from his most beautiful angel? Were we not also those that spit in the face of God? Were we not also "children of wrath," and possessing "hearts that are desperately evil." There is something charming, mysterious, and dangerous about Satan. Maybe thats why we are fascinated with him. Perhaps it is the arist inside him, for was he not the great composer of heaven, perhaps the writer of music that would melt our hearts, for no doubt it melted the heart of god at one time...yet there is only darkness in him now. Only evil and perversion from his heart. "Farewell hope, and with hope farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil be thou my good...for better to reign in hell than serve in Heav'n." But what if he repented? What if he turned to God for mercy? Would God turn him away? Would his heart not be filled with love again?

kiss my Soul

"Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?" said Henry Finck. What's in a kiss? Why is it so special? Why does it mean so much? Does it still mean what poets have said of it? Does it still hold that same magic that captured the hearts of the most hardened men? Percy Shelly writes, "Soul meets soul on lovers' lips." Do my lips touching another's lips speak to her inner soul?
Intimacy...
Intimacy has been dragged through the mud and left to be mocked and laughed at by the multitudes. Forgotten and destitute. Yet we miss her... We miss her gentle and ever secure kiss. Where have you gone? Dont leave us to be like the animals of the earth. Don't leave us to ourselves...
Why do we smile when we see the couple at the end of the movie finally kiss? Why does something leap in our hearts when we see a couple kiss while sitting on a park bench? At that moment there is a certain pride that they and they alone share. Soul meets soul... Did you oh God not make man to be intimate?
Read these words of John Milton, "To the nuptial bow'r i led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav'n and happy constellations on that hour shed their selectest influence; the earth gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs whispered it to the woods, and from their wings flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, disporting, till the amorous bird of night sung spousal, and bid haste the ev'ning star." Creation sang its chosen song when man was intimate with woman at last.
A kiss is not something to be shared lightly. Not something to just laugh about and share with the world. My soul is uncharted and unknown. Its been said that the eyes are the window into my soul. But a kiss...a kiss is a language only understood by those who know its language. A kiss is a language that only me and those that are able to discover my soul can share. For as Judy Garland said, "Twas no my lips you kissed...but my soul."