the boundaries of love
I was so long afraid of God, of men of finding out the boundaries of love. I held a hopeless faith of knowing I could never win for even if I lost myself, and so doing won the prize, still the ones I loved would burn for failing to do the same. And that is no victory for love. And so I left. And I was so long afraid of God, of men of finding out the boundaries of love. I'd left the path if not to God, at least to men, and men could never love a heretic, a seeker of truth, for men don't like the truth, and human love requires lies. And I was so long afraid. But I went on. And maybe God is not concerned with truth and lies in facts and books and maybe those whose love has boundaries don't have love at all and maybe those who love me, love me still a heretic, a seeker of love. And maybe I am wrong, but I am no more afraid of God, or men for I have found no boundaries to love and I have searched the world. @stripedgriffin
