Love is life, by way of death.
We edge into life by accepting deaths,
Little deaths, larger deaths, until…
Unafraid, we do die and begin the life,
The life eternal: no more death.
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Love is hard, tempered by suffering.
Paths we walk or shun,
Wanting growth but fearing its cost.
Glibly we avoid, by posturing,
Even religion as sham safety net.
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Love is spirit, His Spirit,
Hot breath, warming the heart,
Breathing out from our core;
Our core, His delight,
Hidden but unquenchable flame.
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Love is our True Self,
Divine union giving identity,
Our real nature, Real Presence,
Tabernacled in us,
His tent, intent, content.
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Love is the refutation of death,
Yet honed in and through death.
Christ’s death, cannot be contained,
Eastering forth in glory;
Death undone by dying.
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The wonder of love,
Our true birthright:
Eternal bliss in Him,
Sooner or later, even now!
Love will have it no other way.