only then

(for Jean, Christmas 2013)

You might think

I would know you well,

after thirty six years and more,

my warm, my loving,

my beautiful.

I go with you calmly,

sit with you proudly,

walk with you hand in hand.

But know you?

 

I love you!

We do love, the verb,

as best we know how.

We make love happen

and it does.

And if anyone can know anyone

you would think that by now...

I would know you well.

For only then

could I love you more.

 

Vision of the Truth

I see a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. Is this the one who is clothed in the beautiful glory of unapproachable light?

Listen! He is crying. Is this the one who thunders in the heavens, making the angels lower their wings?

Yes. But he has emptied himself, in order to fill us.
--
Geurric of Igny: Liturgical Sermons

progress

falling on my knees
burdens laid before the cross
my heart moves forward

deeper still

We learn
early in our journey
how to talk a good walk.

Some go no further.