Bring forth the ardor

Bring forth the ardor
 
I recite a love poem for my Lord –
more of a plea for love
 
than a profession of it –
a love I hope to one day possess.
 
He knows of it already,
before this thick-tongued,
 
faint-of-heart suitor can deliver it.
The words I choose – in fact, any words at all –
 
are not an agency of truth
but of a wish and a hope and a pledge
 
to allow Him as best I might
to enter every hidden recess of my being,
 
to bring forth the ardor dormant there, the depths
of which I have never had the courage to plumb.
 
O child of God, the love you crave (per Meher)
comes from within, awaiting only its retrieval.  

  

(painting by Mark Hodges)