God, you know better what I've done here--
all the things I've laid at your altar:
the pleas and desperation--the hope
for relief--for healing--for love--
for a return to you--
May I be the seed deeply planted in your heart
May I take root there--and grow up into You--
May you protect the fragility of this seed--
fragile yet determined to live--to burst
forth from your heart--to become
self-gift--
God, may I die enough to be that gift--
May I give and receive love--
May I conceive (of) it in new ways--
May I seek not romance but
true intimacy with You.
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| Mary Magdalen: Sculpture by Bruce Wolfe |
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