I love love best
Gratitude roams the ruins of my heart –
tipping the scales in Your favor.
I’ve an urge to run through the streets
shouting Your name.
Instead, I kneel and slowly burn.
Dawn bears the same fire on the eastern mullions.
It’s not so much that You love me
but that You give me love to give . . .
more and more, more and more
and still yet more.
I know nothing of worthiness, except . . .
it has everything and nothing to do with love!
O reader! What might we discuss
that you and I don’t already know?
Like the elephant in the dark –
everything is true at once!
I love love best as a fire in the chest – silently longing
for the whole house to become ash and cinder.
O child of God, what is there to say?
You are bewildered – inside and out.
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