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