No Cheap Philanthropy

People have come up with many definitions of love over time - poets, new age gurus, artists, saints and sinners to name a few. What they attempt to encapsulate, they inevitably fall short in attempting to limit something without bounds.

Its absence shrivels the soul, the person. It severs what shouldn’t have been. A knotted life, and death of any potential are the rotten fruit which fall from that tree.

Its presence, contrarily, brings the dead in us to life. And always brings together and does not scatter or sever. As a fragrance, leaves behind only good fruit.

Love grows in silence and charity (in the Greek sense of the word, caritas. Not cheap philanthropy).