Friday, March 29, 2024

Good Friday


Love held him there.

Not obligation. 

Not calculation.

Not fulfillment.

Not satisfaction.

Not substitution.

Not contract.

Not blood sacrifice.

Not justice.

Not evil.

Not promises.

Not quid pro quo.

Not impotence.

Not toughness.

Not foolishness.

Not defiance.

Not will.

Not exhaustion.

Not resignation.

Just love.

Love held him there.



John Franklin Hay
Indybikehiker@gmail.com
Instagram.com/johnfranklinhay

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