How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Mere words.

Matthew 25:35-36 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

Love in motion.

One is meaningless without the other. Don’t tell me you love me if you have done nothing for me. Do not do for me without telling me why.

I write these words because I love my Lord. If they touch you, it is because the Lord touches you. I do not know you but the Lord does. What I do for love are but mere words. What happens when the Lord touches you is because the love that is in me is also in you.