Dear Love,
Tried to measure You,
Put my hands around to find the dimensions,
My brain cerebrated to finalise the figures,
Oh but, eternity could not be expressed in numbers
Numbers failed, so did words,
Adjectives, metaphors and no figure of speech compares,
Your Love has no epilogue,
No plot, no prologue,
Yet a story considered the greatest among all
Here I stand with no form, no face,
Yet I am the term used in this case,
But I am not fixed, I could be replaced,
By a synonym or just another phrase,
The only difference I feel is that,
Every syllable in me has an end,
But Your Love remains,
No conclusion, no measurement.
Love,
Nothing
Footnotes:
Whenever I am upset and someone asks me, “What’s wrong?” I mumble “Nothing!” or just give a plain stare giving the other “nothing” to bring about a solution. And although I say nothing, I have a lot to say and I demand attention, not dismissing my case. Funny how the word “nothing” means so less and sometimes, it means so much. “I did nothing to help my brother” “Jesus asked me nothing in exchange for my freedom”—Woah! Look at how the word’s worth changes in the both the scenarios. While the former announces guilt and inefficiency, the latter preaches mercy, love and grace.
Every other week, I have a regular visitor. My constant, some would say—Mood swings. I have been dealing with this unwelcomed guest for quite some time now. My husband, Justin, finds his way out when he detects the slightest clue of this visitor’s arrival and he is back only when it is about to leave. Yes, there is interaction and it is not pleasant to say the least. Recently, Justin and I sat together to devise ways to get rid of this unpleasant guest. I said, I could just keep quiet and say absolutely NOTHING. And…. “I could say the word NOTHING”. My declaration would go like this, “Mood swings, I have NOTHING for you. And you have NOTHING on me. My household has NOTHING for you. And NOTHING you do can affect me adversely.”
The next day, I had a feeling that it was coming. I sprung from my bed, went to the washroom and shouted at the mirror— “NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING!” Something shifted inside of me. I did that again in the afternoon and then in the evening. I fell off the wagon the next day as I felt clumsy to shout at my reflection and Voila! It was back visiting me again. I am not perfect but I try to remind myself that there is NOTHING that can separate me from God’s love. NOTHING I do would make God love me any more or less. Satan has NOTHING on me. And there is NOTHING that can defeat me as long as God is on my side. NOTHING can measure His love for me. NOTHING is difficult for HIM.
NOTHING is a powerless word yet so powerful sometimes.
Do you have an uninvited guest in your life? Shout NOTHING. Give NOTHING. And accept NOTHING.
With this ends my series on Love but God’s Great Love goes on and on. Remember that bit.