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I feel where this poem is coming from, but I just have to say that they cannot devour a burning heart. they cannot devour love.

We have 3 refuges in dark times: faith, hope and love. As we see death coming, it is a possibility we could loose faith. In a landscape full of devastation, we could also loose hope. …but…love….the last refuge, is in a separate category. It is of the nature of infinity indestructible in its trAnsfromitive power, regenerative and self increasing with no limit. If they ingest a heart burning with love, they will spit it out. If they swallow it, little by little, large by large, love will outrun their internal poison. “They “are of a nature that will self destruct. Love in its grace leaves only a decision in its wake. So…if we become a sacrificial meal, let me possess a heart of great fire, not just for 1 2 or 3, but a heart that burns in the power of love itself. I will meet you there, in the field of no right and no wrong. ❤️❤️❤️

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