The Pen of Passion flows from the glimmer in the eyes of an introduction to the gleam of a first grin. Love is spawned from the embrace of a warm hello to a honey-fried picnic with fiery ants biting, parading down the aisle to nuptials at its peak. Love continues to speak.
The pen of Passion pours from the Poetic torrents of love flowing unexpectantly, unpredictably through the turbulent oceans of our emotions, our conflicting perceptions, and the misfiring communication in our myriad relationships. Love flows betrayed through the tug-and-war of separation and the jagged tearing of divorce. Love flows painfully.
The audacious, sacrificial, passionate love of our Heavenly Father that we most often cannot understand or accept because we do not feel worthy. Worth is of no consequence. Love needs no pilot of reason. But by faith, we must accept His love, or we cannot receive any other benefit of His love to become the perfect image of his love ultimately. God has shared his heart vividly through the written word. The Pen of Passion writes; it bleeds, it speaks.
