It hurts to love, I said,
While a tear drop escaped my eyelids.
Tell me about it, He Sighed,
My Saviour with scars on His side.
We break so easily,
Don’t we?!, Child.
Pain in another’s eyes and heart,
Compels us to act,
To let go of ourselves and embrace them in return,
But then, people have sharp edges, don’t they?!.
It’s easy to love from afar,
Doesn’t take any courage,
Doesn’t need any denying of self,
There’s is no power or strength in loving from afar.
There’s is no wiping of tears,
No lending of a shoulder or an ear,
No sight of another’s plight,
No embrace to give while the tears won’t stop.
But Father! I protested,
Like I always do,
And like always, He was patient too.
But, Why should I give love to those who don’t give me any?!
Why should I be there for those who are never there for me?!
Why should I deny myself for those who would never do the same?!
Do it for me, Child.
Loving hurts only when you expect love in return.
True love does not expect, it simply accepts.
And every time it hurts,
Come running to the Cross,
For there you will find me hurting too.
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Matthew 25:40 NIV
He answered, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’ ; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ ”
Luke 10:27 NIV