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Love Never Fails – Corinthians

Irish Sea from Mount Snowdon

Irish Sea from Mount Snowdon

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13 New International Version (NIV) 13

Mount Snowdon from Nantlle Valley

Mount Snowdon from Nantlle Valley

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Alone on my wild island

Standing stone on top of Snowdon

Standing stone on top of Snowdon

Alone on my wild island
Edges awakened each dawn,
I stray a quiet path of discovery
And adore my jagged shores.

Alone in this wild love
Open to the seasons of joy,
Pure nature speaks, open wilderness creaks
Enriching such transient soil.

Alone in my wild cycle
Conditioned by unconditional force.
Why this solid seed?
In the oceans of forever thought.

Alone in the clay of my ancestors
Their wheeling rhythm a distant croak.
I strive to live to noble ends
And please the star filled smoke.

Alone in the wildflower thicket
It’s blossoming heals the trail of fear,
Unbidden, I am offered to invisible winds
Dancing patterns in clear dark.

Alone in my wayward spirit
That which guides my inner voice.
Aware of my shadow side
That which radiates delight.

Off the Rrhyd Ddu path, Snowdonia

Off the Rrhyd Ddu path, Snowdonia

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Beautiful Snowdonia, Wales – Part 2

Black Pony and the Nantlle Valley

From Portmeirion Peninsula

The Snowdon Range

Billowing Clouds

In magic glade

Looking Up

A warning before Mynedd Mawr (Big Mountain)

On the Blaenau Ffestiniog Railway Steamer

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Beautiful Snowdonia – Mountain Photos

Snowdonia from the Isle of Anglesey, St Bodwyns Grave.

Here are some recent pictures of Snowdonia,

just after the Easter snows this April.

Obelisk above Nantlle Valley.

Snowdonia over a 7th century stone circle, Nantlle Valley

Sunsets over the Snowdon Horseshoe.

The Nantlle Valley, the gateway to Snowdon.

The hills of Llyn Peninsula

First blossom on the trees, winter is finally leaving.

Happy Wanderer

Peace, Love and Light from WalesXXXXXXXXXXXX

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