Love comes first
love enough for everyone.
Jesus feeding the multitudes
loaves and fishes -
love enough for everyone,
plenty left over, and still yet more.
You showed me such a love once.
You filled my basket. Overflowing.
I should have spent the rest of my life
hovering near that love undistracted,
plumbing the depths, bringing to the surface,
ladling out, breaking and sharing such a love
as You are, as You bring,
as You have given.
Love should come first
to become a feeder, a slaker of thirst,
to become an apeture
through which Your love might shine.
O child of God, Meher keeps you
as near to the flame as you can stand.