I just loved this photograph and thought it would be a great picture to reflect about Easter.
At the heart shape of life,
Lives the the golden core of love,
Built on love, made with love,
Yet as the heat rises,
The edges can become frazzled,
If we wait too long,
The soft heart of love will turn hard,
The flexible outer covering,
Will taste like rubber,
Burnt and the smell and taste,
Undesirable yet many times served,
The thought of having to swallow,
The bitter, crunch, and stomach reaching sensation,
Not a loving word, thought, action delivered,
Ready for the garbage man to take away,
A life of Love or an endless fight to be cooked to death.
A base solid of metal,
To prevent the fire of love being scrambled, over cooked, undercooked,
Just perfect for Easter …
Me encantó esta fotografía y pensé que sería un gran imagen para reflexionar sobre Pascua.