for it carries with it a burden that is no burden.
everything bitter it makes tasteful.... sweet....
see love feels no burden.
thinks nothing of trouble.
it attempts what is above it's
strengths and pleads no excuse of impossibility.
tho wearied it is not tired.
tho pressed it its not straighten.
tho alarmed it is not confounded.
but like a lively a flame...a burning torch it just forces its way upwards.......
..... securely passing through........
ALL.
In whatever instance we seek for ourselves its there that we find love
