In an attempt some sort of routine into my world of enforced idleness, I have decided each day will begin with the pray-as-you-go meditation (I typed medication first, maybe that's true too!). Today's began with a Taize chant that was new to me... Gott ist nur liebe. 'God is nothing but love,' so the recording tells me. Sometimes hearing something in a different language, or at least translated from a different language, gives new insights or nuances to the more familiar.
God is love - the usual English language way of saying it.
God is nothing but love - somehow that has a deeper feel to it. And if God is nothing but love how does that shape our loves?