Blog 1239 – 01.17.2019
P.S. I Love You
In the mid-nineteen sixties when I was in my mid-teens there was a very popular song on the radio by the Beatles called, “P.S. I Love You.” I was then, and have been ever since, a Beatle fan and can still hear Sir Paul McCartney and John Lennon belting out the chorus, “As I write this letter, woah, send my love to you, you know I want you to remember that I’ll always, woah, be in love with you.” Every blog I write, every Mockingbird Song I sing, every poem I write sentimental or seductive it is always my aim to communicate that famous post script in as many ways and as fervently as I can.
The strong sense of being loved is important to everyone of us from before we are born into this life and I can only assume it will also be after we depart from it as well. Since according to Scriptures the God of the Universe is “all in all” and we are told again and again that God is Love and further more that in Him we live and move and have our being, I think I am on pretty safe ground with McCartney and Lennon saying that “I want you to remember that I’ll always, be in love with you.”
Now I know Tina Turner sang, “What’s love got to do with it.” But really the kind of love that Ike tried to beat into her was not the kind of love anyone in their right mind is looking for. To quote another song from my youth, what the world needs now and everyone on it is love, sweet love, no not just for one, but for every, everyone.
So what God, Paul and I (both Paul(s) McCartney and the Apostle and both John’s too) along with that angel choir at Jesus birth, and everyone really, are trying to do is to remind you often and always that you are loved. Your fan base is literally huge and tremendous. Let me just say LOVE, Him/Herself loves you and therefore the whole Universe does. Oh, some of the sleepy heads not fully awake yet may not realize it yet but they will wake up and come around too, and soon be singing with all of the rest of us – “P.S. I love you – you – you – you.”
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Passing on love letters addressed to you,
Each one ending the same way with, “P.S. I Love You!”