It is love undivided, therefore intense. It is said of St. Francis and St. Claire that at times they would meet in a hut in the forest to talk over the problems of their respective Orders. As they sat, at opposite ends of a table, the intensity of their love for each other, their cause, and their God filled and surrounded the hut with a roseate light so brilliant that the peasants thought the forest was on fire. This kind of love is the pre-requisite for the true children of God in the dawning New Age. It says, honor.
Honor is purity of love.
Honor is love vested in all the virtues that make love noble. Honor changes the astigmatism of levity in love to sacredness. Honor, holding rains tight, allows no hurt to bruise love. In giving honor, we acknowledge depths that have been explored by the honored ones which we have not explored, and heights the honored ones have attained that we have not yet climbed. The love that leads to the honor of our Father-Mother God is stripped clean and stands in awe.