A Seraphic Sight...
Do not be deceived. This is not a commitment.
I would love to return to consistent posting but I am not able to just yet.
While talking with my sister about Bonaventure I looked at the back of my copy, where I found, scribbled in my messy manner, a poem that I wrote while reading Bonaventure. It is a prayer and I thought I would share it. It goes:
I would love to return to consistent posting but I am not able to just yet.
While talking with my sister about Bonaventure I looked at the back of my copy, where I found, scribbled in my messy manner, a poem that I wrote while reading Bonaventure. It is a prayer and I thought I would share it. It goes:
Shine through dim pages were fiery words are writ,
And light a flame this mind with the Fire with which You inspired it.
Till all shall yield to the all consuming fire,
And hope, love, thoughts speed by the force of fully taught desire.
Love my loveless heart, O LORD, unto desire...
That I, by Thy love, may to heaven aspire.
Carve upon these lifeless leaves, till the
coarse skin gives way and bleeds.
1 Comments:
lovely poem..it is simple, but the images are powerful. The last stanza especially makes me think about what is required to actually love God, and how to be alive, the need to be prodded until blood can truly flow...I'm not sure if that is what you meant by it exactly, but the idea of love being prompted by pain is quite moving.
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