I forgot that Love existed, Morrison growls –
an effort to express the bewilderment,
the essential ineffability of the revelation.
When God reminds you of Who He Is,
no glib retort comes to mind. A cry
of some sort might escape your lips
as your heart tries to leap from your chest.
You wonder how your legs can carry the weight,
if your brain will ever jump back into gear,
when you remember ... when you remember ...
when your heart remembers – Love exists.
And ... if God is Love, Love is God.
The Almighty, as a concept, might be elusive –
but, we’ve all savored love
and the deeper we’ve drawn from the well
the more precious and purer
we’ve found the water. Debris brushed aside,
the heart begins to flow again
as a living source. When Love is remembered ...
profoundly remembered – existence is bathed anew
in the light and sheen
of pristine Truth and infinite possibilities.
O child of God, again and again we are returned
to our lost and forgotten heritage.