I want to love, Lord

I need to love.

All my being is desire;

My heart,

My body,

yearn in the night towards an unknown one to love.

My arms thrash about, and I can seize on no object for my love.

I am alone and want to be two. I speak, and no one is there to listen.

I live, and no one is there to share my life.

Why be so rich and have no one to enrich?

Where does this love come from?

Where is it going?

I want to love, Lord,

I need to love.

Here, this evening, Lord is all my love. . . .

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Listen, son,

Stop,

and make, silently, a long pilgrimage to the bottom of your heart.

Walk by the side of your love so new, as one follows a brook to find

its source, and, at the very end, deep within you, in the infinite

mystery of your troubled soul, you will meet me.

For I call myself Love, son,

And from the beginning I have been nothing but Love,

And Love is in you.

It is I who made you to love,

To love eternally;

And your love will pass through another self of yours

it is she that you seek;

Set your mind at rest; she is on your way,

on the way since the beginning,

the way of my love.

You must wait for her coming.

She is approaching.

You are approaching.

You will recognize each other,

For I’ve made her body for you, I’ve made yours for her.

I’ve made your heart for her, I’ve made hers for you.

And you seek each other, in the night,

In ‘my night,’ which will become Light if you trust me.

Keep yourself for her, son,

As she is keeping herself for you.

I shall keep you for one another,

And, since you hunger for love,

I’ve put on your way all your brothers to love.

Believe me, it’s a long apprenticeship, learning to love,

And there are not several kinds of love:

Loving is always leaving oneself to go towards others. . . .

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Lord, help me to forget myself for others, my brothers,

That in giving myself I may teach myself to love.

- – - written by Michel Quoist

Isn’t it good at the end of the day,
To look up at God and be able to say,
“Dear Lord, I helped someone today.”
But isn’t it sad if instead we must say,
“Dear Lord, I hurt someone today,
I drove the nails a little bit deeper,
And forgot that I am my brother’s keeper.”
Isn’t it better when the day is done,
To know that you have injured no one?
From the time of your waking, till you lie down to sleep,
Remember the promises that we should keep,
To love one another as He loves us too,
And you’ll never regret any good that you do.

- – - written by Barbara Zepp

Be still, be still my child
For God is always God,
Though trouble is our lot
And normality is robbed.
Be still for God is God
He knows what He’s about,
There is a plan unfolding
In all He has allowed.

Be still for God is God
He’ll guide us to the end,
If we but hush and listen
And seek to comprehend.
Be still for God is God
Even when it’s hard to trust,
And hopes and dreams and plans
All crumble into dust.

Be still for God is God
Wait patiently today,
Believe that He is love
And keep safe within His way.
Be still for God is God
The Lord is very near,
To those whose hearts are broken
And filled with dread and fear.

Be still for God is God
He will deliver soon,
He saves those crushed in spirit
And makes His promise true.
Be still for God is God
He is our help and shield,
Though tears may be our food
And all seems so surreal.

Be still for God is God
He says we must not fret,
It’s only by delighting in The Lord
Our needs will all be met.

- – - Soft Whispers from Derry’s Heart Poems ©Sept 2011