Our first principle is the inherent worth and dignity of every person.  Our second principle is Justice, equity and compassion in human relations.  So "Love" as a topic is pretty legitimate for us.  In fact we return to this theme every year (its one of our favorites.)

Mark and Betty set us up for a topic of love.  In fact, love is universal.  It is Christian (1 Corinthians 13:4-8) it is Muslim (Rumi quotes could fill the entire hour but we limited ourselves to reading only two) and love is written about in Asia (Lao TzuBeing deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

The service was: "The Poets Speak of Love."  and we did.  Then we sang "There is more love somewhere" from the hymnal.  (who knew the hymnal was up to the occasion.)



"Who can explain it, who can tell you why?

Fools give you reasons, wise men never try."

                     from-Some Enchanted Evening By Oscar Hammerstein II

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Sonnet 17
 do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda