What we have confined, O Love,
you have exploded.
What we have defined, O Love,
you have confounded.
What we have constrained, O Love,
you have released.
What we have diminished, O Love,
you have overflowed.
What we have cast in stone, O Love,
you have made to dance.
What we have discarded, O Love,
you have set as foundational.
So now what can we say, except that
Love is our confession and our hope,
our penance and our release;
Love is the mystery of the angelic chorus
and the strength of a mother’s grief;
Love is the impossibility
for which we have made every possible substitution.
Come, O Love, and let us have no other gods. Come!
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals
Your writing speaks loudly what my Spirit and very Soul feels and strives to experience with every breath! Needless to say, I fall endlessly short. But then I find your writings and feel Energy again. Feel Power and Creation again. I just read a devotional by Vicky Kemper and felt alive again the Holy “wonderment” that readings like these, musings and joyful explorations and discoveries like these, awaken in my Spirit.
Thank you for your Heart and for sharing it. Blessings and Joy.