Love Letter 358 Every Supper

Dear One

I sat at the empty table (and waited for You)

in front of the empty bowl (which you might fill)

my hands were empty

my heart, empty too

filled with longing,

I waited for

YOU

Beloved,

Oh,

On the Third Day YOU Rose Again

to Remind Me

YOU are the table

the bowl

my hands

and my heart

I Love You,

Your Beloved

Love Letter 357 There is Nothing to Adore but this

why god put you here for me to adore

is the mystery

i will not solve

with my lips in tandem with my shiny little mind

i must join

the mystery

at its core

where no else can go

but the mystery

then I will know

what no one knows

then I will know

how to celebrate the gift

without unwrapping

it

just like you,

I will KNOW God's Love

as if

IMPLICIT

in the gift

god gave me YOU to adore

so I would stop

asking

questions

I Love You,

Your Beloved

Love Letter 356 How I Cope

On this mad terrain,

I have turned over the jungle.

given out galoshes to the men in white coats.

I am not living here...

so much

as,

wetting the pants

OF

the almighty unknown

just so people

have mud

to

stomp

in

I Love You

Your Beloved

Love Letter 355 How You Entered the Temple

sound of the great awakening

you were born,

then death

then living

nothing else was done

you entered the big GATE

of the city

and you were in

once a pauper

those GATES MADE YOU FAMOUS

once a priest

that entrance made you sin

what is it

about people

and their truths

that just keeps slimming down the GATES of GOD

and HIS ENTRANCE?

Don't they WANT to Get in?

(In a constant state of arousal, over loving you)

Your Beloved