Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 16, 2008 5:24:51 GMT -5
AND LOVE COMPELS US
And yes, Love compels us
To do the things that we find irksome
But finding God's face of Love
Smiling in a saucepan,
Angels wings spread out upon the sheets
And soft hymns in rich bubbling casseroles.
Enriched by wine.
And yes, Love compels us to take the
Forceful thrusting of life
And strain to reach a pinnacle of joy
Even when ground so down upon
The wheel of daily duties.
A sort of Love, wounded by words
And limping yet brave in its commitment.
And Love sharpens our senses to a point
That draws upon the knowing heart
Shares laughingly the potent wines of joy,
But sometimes traces pain.
Love in a wider sense, guarding a fickle candle's
Flickering flame, praying it into steadiness
For those we care for.
And bodies made for giving birth
And arms for taking newborn life into our arms
Will always reach to hold when needed.
Enfolding emptiness upon the distant air,
Yet spiritually present.
And so God calls us, differently, to love, as we are loved.
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS
And yes, Love compels us
To do the things that we find irksome
But finding God's face of Love
Smiling in a saucepan,
Angels wings spread out upon the sheets
And soft hymns in rich bubbling casseroles.
Enriched by wine.
And yes, Love compels us to take the
Forceful thrusting of life
And strain to reach a pinnacle of joy
Even when ground so down upon
The wheel of daily duties.
A sort of Love, wounded by words
And limping yet brave in its commitment.
And Love sharpens our senses to a point
That draws upon the knowing heart
Shares laughingly the potent wines of joy,
But sometimes traces pain.
Love in a wider sense, guarding a fickle candle's
Flickering flame, praying it into steadiness
For those we care for.
And bodies made for giving birth
And arms for taking newborn life into our arms
Will always reach to hold when needed.
Enfolding emptiness upon the distant air,
Yet spiritually present.
And so God calls us, differently, to love, as we are loved.
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS