“Are there limits to the ways one can love?” he asked.
“I believe the only limit is the bound of our own acceptance to allow it to express,” she answered. “There is always a way, always a means, and it doesn’t have to make sense or fit a set design. If God is Love, it has no bound, no limit. It is beyond anything we can conceive.”
“How do you know it will be accepted?”
“You don’t…but keep giving,” she encouraged. “Love we control is in the act—the expression and giving from us. That is love. Received and returned, such is gift and blessing; but the giving, sharing, and showing: that is love.
We have a moment in time to make the most of this life experience. While it lives, say too much…show too much…love too much…It’s all just temporary, and love’s what makes it beautiful.
And, should you think it goes unnoticed, you are wrong. God and spirits see, and what we may never know as sensed, ripples outwards in small, but significant, effects that spread love’s spirit in this momentary place.”
“And then what?” he asked.
“We return to the Infinite,” she smiled, hazel eyes looking on sky of soul-fire: reds and pinks and yellow-orange casts beneath shaded violet clouds: God speaking in glory of transfigured sky. “…To God,” she ended.
“…To Love,” he spoke, holding witness to the sky, and to the word, her eyes changed too, in light; spirit freed from bounds.
“To Love…” she repeated, smiling, cherishing and loving completely moment as it lived; praying, always, to be open to the infinite ways of love’s expression.