Word Spoken by B
Let’s face it. I’m in love with the idea of love. And I refuse to believe that love will never come again. But isn’t it strange that contradictory thoughts flow through my mind occasionally. I have looked for love in the school yard, in the campus quad, and right next to me on the pew. Never the less, my future love was not there. Now I did find impostures. I mean like serious replicas like the ones inside the coat jacket of the local crook. Crook, imposture, they are all related; they come to take without regard. My playground love told the teacher when love was no longer fun. My campus love still loves me, look behind bush or the love letters under my bed. My love from that sanctified pew is off saving another’s soul. Impostures….this is imposturic-ology love.
This love so ripe and so ready, it tantalizes the brokenhearted, weary and the confident. Hell, the imposture strengthens your ego, fills in the cracks of your scared heart and listens to the soul’s desire. Now beware, the soul is where the ultimate resides. It’s where your power is housed awaiting activation through the prayers you have gently and accidently forgotten. Impostures….this is imposturic-ology love.
This love so ripe and so ready its ready for whosoever will. The one that will give completely, cry for your soul that seems to be without a purpose. This imposture comes to steal your promise and your plan. And it’s possible because the lover who exudes desire will invest in making this wounded person whole. The lover will make deposits every day and throughout the day to nurture this person into becoming whole and loving. In imposturic love there are no returns, no increasing credits into the personhood of the lover. The lover gives and gives beyond what is due.
And I’m in love with the ultimate lover that dwells deep within. I wondered why I love so much, so hard, so long, so good. It’s because, I was born that way, Born in the image and likeness of that ultimate lover. But why is the imposture there? Why do they come? They come…to serve as a reminder, if this love is not sent, it is not meant. If this imposture cannot help you bring or create the kingdom here on earth then it’s not real. Only what is real can be. We pray and pray “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth...” So, listen to my prayer, listen to your words and be satisfied knowing that this imposturic loves serves a purpose-- To redirect you and me into the arms of what is real.
When you learn to see what is real, you can then search deeper into the well of knowledge seeking who you really are. And then you will acquire responsibility. Learning what is real, you find out who you are. And the person you are will live in purpose experiencing pain only to be exalted beyond the platform of suffering into the atmosphere of pleasure.
So again I say imposture comes to steal your promise and your plan; once recognized run like hell.
Word Spoken by B