Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I have always enjoyed this sonnet it reminds me of the love of the Lord. It is the love we should be living in constant. Everyone seeks love just as one wandering on the ocean. He or she only has signs of something not well or perfectly understood as the stars during Shakespeare's time. One could only know that relative to the stars that navigation was possible. Otherwise being lost at sea could be as good as a death sentence. As this Christmas approaches let us do as the wise men did and look to the star of Bethlehem and seriously consider the light of the world. This was more than a sign of love, but love incarnate. If we truly do need to live as to our fulfillment then it is only in Him that we truly can live love.
Maybe starting today we need to show that constant love by a good deed or a letter of appreciation or make the time and give our time. We seem to live in a daily fantasy as if there is always more of something, but it could not be further from the truth when we look at our budgets. Budget your time and you will find that there is an end to your ledger.
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