Measured in units of beauty or images,
The wrinkling skin, guided by a cautious owner,
Retires into the shade.
Staying there, until the criticism becomes unbearable,
When at last someone declares
“You are ugly”.
Ending a life of self-confidence and beginning one of loneliness.
Hiding in every corners,
I seek you everywhere,
To please, to make happy,
To love, to help,
To bring you into someone’s life.
To everyone’s life.
What am I seeking?
It does not have to be another time,
Heaven or some special rendezvous,
But right now. Here. Unity awaits.
The total separation of physical and emotional love,
Is not the winning formulae.
Rather man, woman, child … the universal message.
Together in simple, but seemingly unobtainable rapture.
This indescribable love,
The union of humanity and divinity,
Is not movement towards the divine.
But recognition of a sacrifice already made.
For the messenger and the message is one.
Our Lord Jesus Christ.
The door when open,
Leaves human love in,
But not alone.
For human love is never one,
But always two or more.
Placing us firmly on a path, often unseen,
But always felt.
The path of divine love.
Not defined by distance or separation,
Like a partially knitted garment, it cannot be undone,
Or forgotten, even if woven into something else,
In an effort to place it where your head desires.
The heart always has the last say.
Love does not need long to take root,
It does not need feeding, like a body needs water.
It recognizes immediately a bond invisible, but pervasive,
As a thought which cannot be expunged, from a reasoned mind.
Love resides in the soul.
Love’s comfortable seat waits, hidden in the dark corners of rooms,
Of a house not often visited,
Perhaps abandoned in the mind;
But never truly forgotten.
God’s reminder of past acts, or abandoned relationships, awaiting repair.
The fragments of life, the patchwork quilt calls for attention.
Not for completion but tenderness; therein lies peace.
For further inspiration refer to Psalm 139
I wish I could pray like a statue,
Frozen in purpose,
Locked in desire to serve,
Distracted by nothing,
Aware of no thing, on earth,
Except the love radiated from the image she views.
Receptive but immovable,
Her clothes, and body, eyes and mind transfixed on God.
No cause to blink or think of any earthly trinket,
Unaware of the snow, the rain, the sun,
Always there kneeling, adoring, listening to her Annunciation of the Heart.
Let me be that statue just for a moment.
An instant when all will be clear.
Each day is a new search,
Not for the item missing,
Like a watch or bracelet which has lost its clasp.
But for more.
More meaning, more relevance,
More answers than whys,
More love than greed.
Deeper into the chasm of love.
I dive knowing I can never return.
I am not God,
I cannot perform miracles,
I cannot change the world,
I cannot be the sage of our time,
I cannot control outcomes.
But I can pray.
And I can try and discern His will for me.
The Monastery Within 
