Beauty

Sometimes there is nothing for it but a good quote from Shakespeare.  I can't help it -- this particular scene gets me every time.  Someday, someday, someone will say to me, as Benedick says:

Benedick:  I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?

Beatrice:  As strange as the thing I know not.  It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing...

Benedick:  By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.

Beatrice:  Do not swear, and eat it.

Benedick: I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.

Beatrice:  Will you not eat your word?

Benedick:  With no sauce that can be devised to it.  I protest I love thee.

Beatrice:  Why, then, God forgive me!

Benedick:  What offence, sweet Beatrice?

Beatrice:  You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.

Benedick:  And do it with all thy heart.

Beatrice:  I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

(Much Ado About Nothing, Act IV, scene I. Wm. Shakespeare)

*Sigh*  Something about that last line resonates with me.  "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest...."  What deep and thorough love this is.  What joy, to have such a love for another human.  Yet at the same time -- what a good picture of how we ought to love our God -- with so much of our heart that none is left for the speaking of it.  I pray that I may grow towards that love.

And I pray, also, that someday the one will find me who can and will say "I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?"  And I will find nothing strange about it.