Love that knows its own destination does not waver when the body's story turns toward loss. Certain of its return to the Father and untroubled by the appearance of leaving, a mind established in love goes on loving through every seeming ending, because what it is cannot be taken by anything that happens to a form. To love unto the end is not to love harder as the darkness comes; it is to love from a place the darkness never reaches.
So the nearness of departure changes nothing in a mind that has remembered its Source. The world offers its parting and its fear, and love simply continues, unhurried and unbroken. Those who are loved this way are held in something the world cannot interrupt, because the One who holds them was never truly in the world at all.
The world: the dream of separation the mind seems to inhabit, the passing scene love moves through without belonging to it.
The Father: the Source love comes from and returns to, the changeless home that no departure can threaten.