You drench me in your blessedness—
pressed down, compacted, flowing over,
till here I am, a child caught in a storm of love,
saturated with these discarnate ecstasies.
Your ways are masterful. Your generosity,
now captive in my starveling heart, loads me
with luxurious garments, crown and jewels—
treasures gained by you in times long past,
and yet enduring into our eternal now.
You are willing captive to my abject,
but trustingly prosaic, homeliness.
Where do we go from here?
Into some fastness of delight and fortitude,
a refuge for those wanderers, besotted by your love?
I cannot conceive (nor do I try)
what you have in store for me, but rest
in faith’s patient hope, and love’s fierce faith.
It is you who taught me how to love—
assiduous, recklessly adventurous
and all the while imprisoned deep
within your mighty stronghold of a heart.
~ A poem by Barbara Dent, O.C.D.S.