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Love Opens

Love opens
courage steps
harm threatens
danger waits.

Love opens
timid stays
winds blow
through and through.

Unlove
stands in the way that it does;
preying on timid
obstructing, obscuring,
swirling, gusting.   

Love 
moves the way that it can;
creating chances
opening options
softening, seasoning. 

Love opens
minds and hearts, 
doors and windows.
Clearing channels of communication
finding its way.

Love opens
onto a way
of saying 
what needs saying.

Love builds 
by invisible hands
which craft and construct,
mend and heal.

Love dreams --
real as any 
hard fact so we wait,
we hope.

Love imagines
what can happen
when soul by soul
together we pray.

Where unlove 
shouts, "Make way!"

Love makes a way
where there was no way

so good can go about its business
turning knobs and
carrying brides across 
thresholds.

Behold

There's a space for the love of God 
to fill me when I open up;
empty lungs want air
parched mouth wants drink
panging stomach wants food
the seeking soul opens for sustenance,
moment by moment.

Me me Me me Me me 
the baby birds cry, 
asserting themselves.
fill me. feed me. pick me.

Love does

A Perfecting Time

My hair is long
My nails unkempt
My clothes askew
My face unwashed
Thus unadorned
I go before my day.

This day, 
as the last
and the one before it
and the one 
before 
that.

How many more?
I cannot say
I have no say
Lord, how long?

Instead, 
You turn me to me
And I dare to look;
one me upon the other,
at the we that is only me.
And I am

I, 
the one you love,
have loved
still love.

Take me to then,
that then when 
it was just you and I
and I was perfect.

My hair askew
but you were all I knew.
My skin aglow
when you're all I know.
Naked and fresh
Unwashed and penniless.

That beginning time
when You were mine
and I was thine.

And everyday hence
that You proposed I go;
Including this day
when wilderness itself
greets me at my front door
and I step willingly into it.

I,
Worn plain
Yet Your love is the same.
Perfect
and perfecting still.





Don’t just tell me you love me; show me you love me

Don’t just tell me you love me,
show me

Visit when I’m sick
sick of life
sick of hardship
sick of loneliness
heart sick

Nourish when I’m empty
pangs of hunger
cheeks hollowed
out of options
gut void

Supply when I’m thirsty
offer a sip
of what you’re drinking
melted chips of ice
mouth parched

When I’m unprotected
victim of the hurtful
vulnerable to the willful
invisible
clothe me

Don’t just tell me that you love me,
meet me.

If I’m opposed, understanding
If I’m young, humor
If I’m old, honor
If I’m angry, calm
If I’m confused, clarity
If I’m distraught, empathy
If I’m falling, lift
If I’m hurt, help
Heal

Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me.

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