“Poetry” Offerings, #1, Love
Love, a Treasure
Love is patient,
Love is kind,
Love will wait,
No matter what.
Treat it gently
And it can never be erased
Hold it like a flower,
Unpicked.
Treasure it
Like sunlight
Throughout the rainy days
Laugh with it
Listen to it
And never close the door on love
No matter what.
Written by Ann McQueen (now Ann Justin), October 11, 1980
November 1, 1980 About a month ago, I wrote this poem and last night I found a passage in the bible that says perfectly what I was trying to say about love.
1st Corinthians: 13:1-13)
The Greatest Gift
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
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