INFINITE LOVE

Love paints the petal and shines in the beam.
Never its brightness shall grow dim.

Love warms in a coat of many colors,
Alike the dreamers and the doers.

Love lifts the fallen, upholds the failing,
Chastens the rebel, heals the ailing,

Whispering softly, "Come unto me.
Learn ye the truth and, lo, be free!"

Margery Todahl Blokhine

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