We walk in the dark. My right hand gently clasps yours in love; my left hand holds the gift you gave as a seal of your love.
In the darkness my path seems less clear and in an unforeseen moment, I stumble in the tangle of life beneath my feet. I must choose: I can either release the grasp of your loving hand or drop the memento of your love for me. I must either release the Giver or the gift, Lover or lovely. Which do I love and desire more? In which do I glory?
Gifts pass away, but the Giver remains.
Love never fails. Whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part (1 Corinthians 13:8-9).