The First and Foremost Love

And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.” Mark 12:30

Love is a command. Astounding.  How can love be a by-product of a command? A command to obey seems sensible, but a command to love?  I did not hear an explicit command to love my children when they were born;  love for them came naturally to me as breathing and blinking my eyes.

But the kind of love being “commanded” here goes beyond all dictionary definitions. It is a love that is to be practiced by all of my heart, soul, mind, and strength, permeating every warp and woof of my being.  This is the first and foremost directive. Jesus says in Matthew 22:37 that “this is the first and great commandment.”  The great commandment.

Even more astounding when I consider Who gives this command: God Himself.  He commands me to love Him with every fiber, every imaginable strength I could muster, with all of my heart, soul and mind.  God commands me to love Him.

But even if I were not commanded, I do love God; however, the kind of love I possess has to go several steps further — to follow the commandment as directed, to love God with the totality of my being.    As God loves me, I am to love Him.

I believe the great commandment is about the quality of my love for God. The most important concern in my life, therefore, is my love relationship with God.

 

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Originally posted 2011-12-29 00:20:34.

Day Sail

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥​

The tide made docking​
difficult—
I hold glowing coals​
from gripping ropes,​
my hair is a nest of straws​
harvested​
from ocean fields.​

I stand on the bow and watch​
you at the helm​
against a Monét sky,​
the coins of day spent,​
your face burnt and content​

from cranking chrome winches​
and pulling halyards amidst​
twenty knot winds:​
the sloop keeled at wild angles
clowning with whitecaps,​
and the scents of salt and seaweed​
filled our nostrils
and we soared with the seagulls.​

— D. G. Vachal​

from Vachal, D. G. (2026), The Turning of Light, (Amazon)

* Image: Alone by Giampaolo Macorig

We Almost Came Back

We Almost Came Back​

we almost came back ​
to the place where we parted​
perhaps to say​
we never meant​
to say goodbye—​

on an island ferry
I saw your face​
arise from a sea​
of nameless faces​
and you saw mine​

I sat on the brown cot,​
notebook on my lap ​
the ferry’s horn ​
blasted through the cabin ​
as we started to move ​

the sun sat low on the horizon​
pink and orange light​
shimmered​
across the wooden deck ​
as I wrote—​

I heard footsteps from afar​
you walked towards me​
wearing the green shirt,​
the blue jeans I knew​
my legs,​
they could not move​

you stopped midway,​
twenty steps from where I was,​
leaned across the railing​
and just stood there​

our eyes met​
then you looked away,​
your hands gripped hard,​
jaws tightened,
Spanish eyes peered​
into the distance,​
where the sea turned​
darker,​
deeper​

I waited for you ​
to come closer​
perhaps​
you waited for me​

I sat where I was—​
a nearby radio played​
a song we knew​
when the music ended​
you walked away.​

the ferry reached the dark island​
faint lights from other vessels​
flickered upon the pier​
my hands felt numb​
as I grasped the gangplank ropes—​

I turned my face​
towards the gathering​
monsoon wind​

—D. G. Vachal ©2026​

Image by Harrydona @pixabay

In the Candlelight

In the Candlelight​

the white curtains​
lifted once​
in the evening wind,​
settled​
like a thought​
unspoken​

a candle flame—
scents of gardenia,​
magnolia,​
Spanish moss​
drift through the room​

a voice
deep and tonal​
softly calls my name​

barefoot I run ​
across the bedroom’s​
mahogany floor,​
grasp​
brass handles—​

the door opens wide—​

your eyes​
in the candlelight​

D. G. Vachal © 2026​

Image by Melanie H.H. @pixabay

The Light by the Window

The Light by the Window​

the doorknob felt cold​
you stood there​
your eyes—​
I could not enter them​

only silence​

I waited​
for your voice​
to call me back​

only silence​

I stepped into the night​

the light by the window​
flickered
blocked by your shadow​


D. G. Vachal ©2026