The Picture of Love

    “The Picture of Love,” New Era, June 1971, 10

    The Picture of Love

    The word love is the most used, misused, understood, misunderstood, simple yet profound word in language.

    It is the most poignant, powerful, beautiful, and fulfilling concept placed in the heart of man—a thought given man of God so that man might be God.

    Our capacity to love is all-encompassing. We love life, God, nature, creatures, the land of our birth, ideas, causes, things, places, memories, dreams, aspirations, and people—all kinds of people: old and young, parents and children, friends and foreigners, and that particular someone who gives joy and purpose to our soul.

    Together, the accompanying poems and photographs give nuances and perspectives into the most meaningful word in language.

    Oh the comfort—

    The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,

    Having neither to weigh thoughts

    Nor measure words, but pouring them all right out

    Just as they are—

    Chaff and grain together—

    Certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,

    Keep what is worth keeping—

    And with a breath of kindness

    Blow the rest away.

    —Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

    How can I tell the signals and the signs

    By which one heart another divines?


    Along with us the summer wind

    Went murmuring—O happily!—

    But softer than the breath of summer

    Was the kiss she gave to me.

    —James Joyce

    There’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.

    —Thomas Moore

    Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart

    And bend each wandering step to this one end—

    That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet

    And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.

    —Susan Marr Spalding

    None but God can satisfy the longings

    of an immortal soul;

    that as the heart was made for Him,

    so He only can fill it.

    —Richard Chenevix Trench

    Where true love is, there is little need of prim formality.

    —W. S. Gilbert

    He who loves not his country, can love nothing.

    —Lord Byron

    Then come the wild weather,

    Come sleet or come snow,

    We will stand by each other,

    However it blow.

    —Simon Dach

    And let your best be for your friend.

    If he must know the ebb of your tide,

    Let him know its flood also.

    For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

    Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need,

    but not your emptiness.

    —Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

    Always remember, the human heart is tender, and each individual is precious to our Heavenly Father.
    —David O. McKay

    Selected lines from The Prophet are used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. and the administrators C.T.A. of Kahlil Gibran Estate, and Mary G. Gibran. The words of James Joyce are used by permission of the Viking Press, New York, N.Y.

    Photographs by Don Thorpe