How beautiful the Feet of those who spread good news – on the mountains of division, discouragement, despair*;
see, though I speak with the voice of an angel and have not love, I am a clanging cymbal a noise in the wilderness, a desert in a stream ;
if I give my body to be burned and sell all my wares for charity but have no love in all my ‘speaking’, I am no reminder of One who is patient, kind, endures, does not keep account of wrong, is forgiving, does not gossip, nor tears out anothers’ existence for personal agenda…
if I ran every mountain, won every war for the good of humanity but within I have words of hate, what am I what am I –
but if we had this one thing, I think of all we could accomplish against all odds, among these places of derision, hate, division ; we might say to this and that mountain, Go fall in the sea and it would obey, if I had the Power of true love,
(* from Mathew Henry’s concordance, Song of Songs ); this Post inspired by verse in the Bible.