A Tribute to Love

I sit quietly, gazing outside the window without really seeing anything. While in deep silence, he reads my “A Tribute to Love”.

“I seek comfort at the thought that You,
like so many who came before and after You,
were just another victim of the harshness and cruelty of what is real.
I take refuge on that thought.
I have to –
I need to –
I’ve got to –
I must…
For it is only through this that I remain clinging to sanity.
How the memories of You haunt me!
For when I finally summoned enough courage to look into Your eyes…
I saw…
Compassion –
Forgiveness –
I saw…
Love there --
Shamefaced, I turned away –
Weeping…
How could you love me --?
Despite the thorns –
Despite the nails…”

I heard him sigh as he placed the pages gently on the table.
And without saying a word he took my hand into his, quietly offering his comfort as we silently nursed our grief…
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