There was an icon I saw week after week. He loved her so. As she declined, he lovingly brought her, Sunday after Sunday, leaning upon his arm to the rail to receive the love that is all love. As he loved her, I saw. As He loves me, I too love my beloved. In a different way, yet still in need of my love. Week after week I bring my beloved to this same rail to receive the love that is all love. November 2015