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Monday, June 11, 2007

#14 - The Hardest Kind of Love

We live in a culture where love is defined by feelings and emotional or physical gratification. But I believe that true love is willing to lay down everything, even the deepest emotions and dreams, for the sake of another. This poem describes the hardest kind of love, the love that sacrifices its dreams.


The hardest kind of love
Will send you soaring high,
Alone, to find the sun,
The smile behind the sigh—

You love her, but sometimes
True love asks you to leave;
You’re called to fly alone—
What heights will you achieve?

Go find the dawn of hope,
Find joy within the sky,
And know your love’s declared:
For her you choose to die.

6 Comments:

Blogger Brianna C. said...

I'm a romantic. What more needs be said? That was beautiful. :-)

11:43 AM  
Blogger Benjamin Graber said...

That was beautiful.

Thanks... :-)

2:01 PM  
Anonymous Grace said...

Yeah . . . very nice. Love is the ultimate sacrifice. How sad that the world has forgotten that and so many Christians have forgotten Christ's love and ultimate sacrifice for us . . .

6:40 PM  
Blogger Benjamin Graber said...

How sad that the world has forgotten that and so many Christians have forgotten Christ's love and ultimate sacrifice for us . . .

It's sad that we've lost the vision of what love really is... Christ's love for us was obviously more than just an emotion, and when he said "greater love has no man than this..." he talked about laying down our lives. This is the love that he wants us to have for each other.

11:21 PM  
Blogger semperfid said...

Very romantic, but the last line throws me... what of life? What of true life?

   For her you choose to die.

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But I believe that true love is willing to lay down everything, even the deepest emotions and dreams, for the sake of another. This poem describes the hardest kind of love, the love that sacrifices its dreams.

I see half the equation.

True love is willing to lay down everything and give life not only to the object of love, but also to yourself. To not do so is to subconsciously attempt to keep the object of love a hostage (possibly even love itself), hoping that they will notice and reward your sacrifice (whether human, love, or God). Greater love has no man than he that lays down His life for a brother... and lives again despite or inspite of who plunged the nails into the wrists or the spear into the side. To love is to live and live truly. It is picking up on a greater dream that actually has life. It's called resurrection. No martyrdom is worthy of being called true love except one where life springs not only from the object of love but also from the giver of love. Otherwise it is baser though an attempt at nobleness.

We respect martyrs not because they died, but because their life is one worth celebrating and the life after them is worth celebrating.

2:40 AM  
Blogger Benjamin Graber said...

No martyrdom is worthy of being called true love except one where life springs not only from the object of love but also from the giver of love.

Very insightful and true. I would question, though, whether the one who gives can always see the life... When we become like seeds who fall down to the ground and die (John 12), will we always feel like life is flowing throw us, or will we be hanging on to a sliver of hope not understanding how the fruit can come, but sacrificing ourselves anyway?

6:40 AM  

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