On Love

So, I've spent quite a bit of time (and a bit of yours) talking about Faith. I've actually been pondering matters of Faith my whole life. It is one of my primary concerns, obsessions, mainstays. Love is another. Faith and Love are inextricably intertwined, don't you agree? As I pondered my Faith, I pondered Love, as well. Perhaps I'm ready to find expression for feelings that have swirled in my head for as long as I can remember. It's a complex subject. Maybe I won't find the words, maybe I will.

Whatever words I may find will never compare to the beauty and sagacity of May Swenson's poetry. Here's the proof:

In Love Made Visible

In love are we made visible
As in a magic bath
are unpeeled
to the sharp pit
so long concealed

With love’s alertness
we recognize
the soundless whimper
of the soul
behind the eyes
A shaft opens
and the timid thing
at last leaps to surface
with full-spread wing

The fingertips of love discover
more than the body’s smoothness
They uncover a hidden conduit
for the transfusion
of empathies that circumvent
the mind’s intrusion

In love are we set free
Objective bone
and flesh no longer insulate us
to ourselves alone
We are released
and flow into each other’s cup
Our two frail vials pierced
drink each other up

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