...but love is always new. Regardless of whether we
love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new
situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us
somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our
existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to
stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.
We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of
disappointment and sadness.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to
seek us. And to save us.
