Master

I know Your touch.
I hear Your voice.
I recognize the work of Your hands.
My Lord, my Love,
My Life, and my Light.
My most exalted purpose
is to bring praise to Your name,
Either from my own lips,
or when others see You in me.
I have learned the shape
and texture of True Love,
How it feels to
receive that tenderness,
that campassionate response,
to my expectant vulnerability.

The Unseen

You are the love of my life and my soul.
My relationship with You is estatic:
Exhaustingly euphoric.
A wild and thrilling ride
of blessing and discovery.
Your might and wisdom lure me
as a moth to flame
comsuming, purifying flame.
My physical bonds restrict me.
I look around, high and low
but I cannot see You!
My heart pleads for more
My Life and only True Friend.
Love of my life,
Where might I find You?
Show Yourself to me,
as a lover would,
in the private language we share.
Let Your truths come to pass,
as You have shown them to me.
I will rejoice in You forever, because
You have called me by name,
and have not neglected
to share Your heart with me.

Mercy's Child

You know me more intimately than any lover,
my sister, or my mother.
You inhabit the temple of my flesh.
Your Spirit permeates my body,
enclosed in and surrounded as I am
in the sea of Your love.
Ribbons of warmth radiate ouward
from my fingertips,
a tactile representation
of my powerful feelings of wellbeing.
If we never feel the lack,
then we can never experience the wanting.
What a blessing to clearly see our sad condition!
To realize our need is to become involved
in the birth of our own passion.
To put passion into constructive action
developes a soaring joy
not bound to or limited by earthly laws.
I live, right now, in a story
of Your glory and love in action.
Your extraordinary essence
is revealed in ordinary people.
I share this heritage: Work progressing :
An education in humility and honor.
There is nothing that can be offered to me,
nothing found that is equal,
to the immensity of Your person
and the gifts that You give to me.
You are worth any price.
I serve the Ancient of Days
In return You instruct me on how to truly live
and deepen my understanding.
I have learned this:
The pain and strugle of the now
only serve to make Your ultimate victory
more complete and all encompassing.
You want us to share in Your joy.
My spirit is gratified to abide
in the knowledge of Your love.

A Consuming Fire

Your beauty is far greater than flesh can stand.
My thoughts burn continuously and will not rest.
You are my Epiphany and my Profound Revelation.
The glory of Your visage shatters stone
and causes the massed scoffers to cry out in fear.
Your patience outlasts the mountains, yet
Your methods are more subtle than the air lifting a butterfly's wings.
You consume me with a passionate intelligence
intent on holding You up for all to see.
Your creative energy is called Love.