The Source of the Pulse
He looks at her, then toward the hallway’s glow, where his daughter softly sleeps, a gentle breath’s flow. His love for her, a flame in ash, a radiant spark that will forever last. She sees the fire in his gaze alight, and smiles softly in the quiet night. "That ache inside, that fierce, burning glow," she whispers, "where does that deep love grow? That fierce, selfless blaze that would set the world afire, just to keep her warm, pure and entire." Dear friends, let us cherish and love, for from God above, love’s river flows like a shining dove. Everyone who loves is born anew and knows the One who made love true. "It’s more than biology, more than mere survival, a reflection of higher light, a divine revival. You love because you were first loved by the eternal Source, from whom love was set onto a perfect course. You know Him, even if unspoken. From your heart’s deep core, because you know how to give away and adore her.
