Account of True Love

(Marriage Counsel)

A Poem by Laurence David Sterling III



There is but one account for true love,
many lesser accounts for adequate affections.
Many cash their true love out with one check.
They bank on having more later,
in hope that if they spend enough now, 
someone or something will swell the account at a later time. 
But this can never be, 
for our account of true love is established but once.
It is conceived in the heart of one greater than we, 
born out of glory, it exists vibrant and free,
for as long as we allow it to be. 
But it is born but once 
and once slain 
true love dies forever.

                    Some, who have the heart to see the truth,
                    accept their inheritance, 
                    and nurture it with a special selfish selflessness.
                    They see the invisible. 
                    True love is the blending of 
                    God's account,
                    our account,
                    and the account of the other. 
                    It cannot exist just in us,
                    or just in the other.

True love can exist just in God,
but what is the profit to us in that, 
and most importantly how does this profit God?
It does not!

                    Love is not in the thought of it.
                    Love is not in the longing for it.
                    Love is not in the taking of it.
                    Love is in the being.
                    Love is in the doing.
                    Love is in the giving.
                    Where there is a giver and a taker love suffocates and dies
                    Where there are only takers, love is miscarried.
                    Where there are but givers, love grows strong and unfettered, living forever.

So what is to be said then?
Only this,
Blend your life, and the life of the other, with God.
Deposit all you are into it, for their account.
Pay generous interest to it daily.
Grow rich in it, be known by it.
But most of all, dear dear ones, 
share the wealth of it always.






Now They Are Taken by Michael Lehr





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