I love love best
Gratitude roams the ruins
of my heart –
the scales have tipped 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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