Jumping out there a bit this week and posting one of my own poems. I wrote its original last January, while taking a class on writing the faith. Crocuses are coming up and, even at the end of a winter as mild as the one we've just had, it is always nice to have a reminder of the promise of spring. It was conceived as a response to Augustine's Confessions, and his observation of nature as it served his inner journey.
What do I love in loving you?
In loving all
creation that longs to sing
your praise, O God,
I am loving you.
In an awe-struck
gaze at a spectrum of light
splayed across the sky,
I am loving you.
In trusting the crocus
breaking forth from the ground
as a promise of spring,
I am loving you.
In the taste of
honey drizzled over
bread still warm from the oven,
I am loving you.
In the embrace of my
beloved, breathing softly
into my ear as
she drifts to sleep
I am loving you.
In weeping tears
that fall in the face of a
world thirsty for your grace,
I am loving you.
Do not all of these things
sing your praise,
O God?
Does not creation,
even in its moaning, long
to sing your praise?
Is not every embrace of
love a response to love
given by you?
And why, O God,
would you ask that I not
share these holy delights?
How could I keep from
sharing such wondrous
joys, such abiding
light, such divine love?
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