The cup of Your heart is brimful of mercy.
You can only pour what is in Your cup.
Within You is no deception, though sometimes
You spoke in a language all Your own.
No jealousy, though You warned us
of following other Masters.
Not a hint of lust – in fifty years of ministry!
No anger, though You often chastised Your closest ones.
You were offered treasure houses, but remained indifferent.
Without arrogance, You declared Yourself perfect.
Without pettiness, You saw to each detail.
Your heart held no fear, yet You bore the universe
on Your
shoulders.
All-powerful, without corruption or cruelty, Beloved One,
Your heart is overflowing with the wine of mercy.
O child of God, the Beloved is flawless, without equal,
yet He is slave to the love of His lovers.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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