All for Love
All this love
is too much. It overflows like Villa d’Este fountains or baptismal fonts of running water brimming over the edge. All this love wants to go somewhere. It cannot stay put like a knick knack on a shelf to be admired. No! All this love longs to be given to bless to heal to transform. It eagerly nudges toward lovemaking. All this love wants to permeate, penetrate, bring to attention the softness of souls open to receive. All this love flows through me for you, though it is not mine to possess and gift as object. No. All this love is a river, the river of Life, we step into that flows for all, transforming landscapes as grace upon grace. All this love is only mine as vessel to pour out and lavish upon you as minister of God. All this love is yours for the receiving and taking and sharing like bread at communion, the cup of trembling. All this love longs to be taken in and filled as emptied, to participate in that which calls and creates it-- divine, babbling rhapsody, effusive as kenotic waterfall, singing us into existence, exulting over us with song, desiring confluence in love, for love, with love, for us and our salvation. ©2013, Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved. |