How come it is the only place that a woman’s voice is not
quieted is in the courtship?
Just wondering if a whisper can be herd by more that one
person, just wondering really if anyone has that other person who whispers in
your ear, maybe I am fortunate beyond many, or maybe I just hear that whisper
as a voice.
I mean doesn’t one have that person in life who whispers
things, from calming things to well personal things, that person who is there,
who you admire.
Love is the only thing needed to see the reflections of love
in a child.
To what hunger does an infant wail that is not answered by
the love and care of another.
To be of love is to honor love, for love is tribute given to
another which is received, recolored and returned, a value given both of self
and of another, the highest of this is the child born of this, of the
admiration given and received, a life different than all others, a value
returned to humanity, a manifestation of love of another.
This is the badge that a parent wears, this is what colors
our perceptions, our values, this, the weight of love does a parent use to
judge all else, a value of responsibilities filled with endless possibilities.
A value of love returned.
It is here that every one is equal, it is here where to
each, does two make three, it is here that is our foundation of who we are. It
is here on the corner of destiny, that we find equality, blind of
discrimination, here do we honor the human fate, the love of another.
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