Love is concentric ...

starting with I amit radiatesto include the next nearest objecton its way to embracing the infinite All

love is a flood (not an arrow)engulfing the whole groundnot sailing over what's so near and needy(and perhaps not so pretty)to far-off targetsnot really known

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Sunday School teacher
September 9, 1985
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