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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Dying into Love

This is how I would die
into the love I have for you:

as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight
                                Rumi, The Soul of Rumi, Trans. Barks, p. 32
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how do we learn to love
how do we learn to make this

compassion
affection
adoration
empathy

yes love

that grows in our hearts
‘till they must burst

real?

Ah!

by letting ourselves be loved by God
so fiercely
that we soften
our ego melting away

fading

until it is no longer in the way
and all that remains
is that person in front of us

that one

our beloved
our enemy
a friend
a stranger

whom we have been called
by faith
to love

(love of God, without practical acts of love toward those around us is empty and false – James 2:17, my paraphrase)

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