Saturday, April 4, 2015

Post to Vigil

Draw nearer, love made perfect.

There was before and now there is after. I would know the difference in my heart.

If I knew that moment as I know my desire to know that moment, I would radiate something more than desire.

Faith is not an aspiration. It is being.

Desire is a leaf of the tree. It is not the tree, immovable, perfect in its place, thrusting out from the solid ground. Necessary, inevitable, fleeting, seasonal, my desires swirl within. I am a steward, a father to my desires.

Outward, I see only you. You and what I cannot know.

The crowd, the procession, the sound of a hammer.