"...Preferring the company of love and its orderly wilderness,
When you were lost and love called out your name first."
When you were lost and love called out your name first."
The Writ of Love
Oh love, they say
That I am ill in love,
But if love is my illness,
I do not want to be cured.
So call no doctor,
Attend not to my pain,
Inform no friends,
Worry not in vain.
For in the Writ of love,
Hurt precedes joy,
Poverty the precondition of wealth,
And sadness exists
Only to accentuate joy.
The Writ of Love was born
Upon a moment when
The Light of Creation was forged,
And the Maker gazed and permitted
Himself to fall in love with His creation.
You speak of love,
But verily, love spoke your name first.
You desire love,
But truly, love desired your company first.
And we stand between the Maker and the Made,
Desiring no heaven or entry through its pearly gates.
Preferring the company of love and its orderly wilderness,
When you were lost and love called out your name first.
(No.41, from 'How Beautiful Love Is')
Oh love, they say
That I am ill in love,
But if love is my illness,
I do not want to be cured.
So call no doctor,
Attend not to my pain,
Inform no friends,
Worry not in vain.
For in the Writ of love,
Hurt precedes joy,
Poverty the precondition of wealth,
And sadness exists
Only to accentuate joy.
The Writ of Love was born
Upon a moment when
The Light of Creation was forged,
And the Maker gazed and permitted
Himself to fall in love with His creation.
You speak of love,
But verily, love spoke your name first.
You desire love,
But truly, love desired your company first.
And we stand between the Maker and the Made,
Desiring no heaven or entry through its pearly gates.
Preferring the company of love and its orderly wilderness,
When you were lost and love called out your name first.
(No.41, from 'How Beautiful Love Is')
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