And It's Just a Box of Rain...

...Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

Just a box of rain, wind and water,
Sun and shower, wind and rain,
In and out the window like a moth before a flame.

And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there.
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.

And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.

"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth."
1 John 3:18

Isn't it funny that the need to be loved and accepted and "helped out" by others is such an universal need? Seems like we all have the need for genuine fellowship. Greatful Dead had it, well, - dead on. That need is there in other people's eyes. Just look for it. You'll find it.

I am trying to learn to sincerely love others without expecting anything in return. Not expecting any physical, tangible reward is easy. But, expecting at least a small reciprocation of the same feeling of brotherly love - not so much. However, I really feel that I need to keep fulfilling this commandment. Lord, show me how to do this and supply the love and grace necessary for the task.