Risen

Your Blissful Form before me –
The very air is saturated with the
Moisture of This Love!
If any could but taste a Drop of
This Nectar, they would give up
Everything –
All their visions, realizations,
All their life and dear relations,
All their wisdom proclamations
Without the slightest hesitation –
In an instant, choicelessly,
Just to feel
Their breath mingled with
Your Breath, their
Light with Your Light,
Their heart
Beating in a chest
Upon the Breast
Above Your beating Heart,
To cry out in, scream out in
One shattering ecstatic howl they
Never knew they had:

"My Love!"

"My Love!"

They, who imagined they were
Free of Love, as if
In starving
Boast that they are
Free of food,
Now find the hidden Secret
They avoided
Claims a Voice that
Must be heard.

And what will they become
At last, should they now fall
With us in This?
They may sprout wings and
Soar with us, spiral
Ever down with us, into
This depth of molten Love that
Immolates what shrinks from Love
Until the only thing that Breathes is
Just This Love, This
Mystery, winging through
Infinity, transparent as
Simplicity of Spirit forming
You and me in some
Resplendent Trinity –
One Love,
Two hearts,
Three pennies in a
Child-Bride's purse on
Easter Sunday, '58 –

Beloved,
Christ Remembers!


LoveAlways,
Mazie