O Living Flame Of Love

Found this poem while on the inter webs. Loved it and thought I could share with you too. The poem is by Saint John of the Cross.

O living flame of love
that tenderly wounds my soul
in its deepest center! Since
now you are not oppressive,
now consummate! if it be your will:
tear through the veil of this sweet encounter!

O sweet cautery,
O delightful wound!
O gentle hand! O delicate touch
that tastes of eternal life
and pays every debt!
In killing you changed death to life.

O lamps of fire!
in whose splendors
the deep caverns of feeling,
once obscure and blind,
now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
both warmth and light to their Beloved.

How gently and lovingly
you wake in my heart,
where in secret you dwell alone;
and in your sweet breathing,
filled with good and glory,
how tenderly you swell my heart with love.

My heart is indeed swollen with love.

Still, You

It’s just like me to be defensive

even though I know your heart is for me

or is it?

 

I am messed up… No lie

I am insecure and broken

you see me, you know me.

Still, you break me

 

more and more I could no longer feel

the beat in my heart. Screeching,

It beats to no melody

Still, you crush me

 

every single piece of me

All pieces falling to the ground

laid bare and helpless before you, and,

Still, you purge..

 

I cringe, I twist and turn

but you hold me gently, wisely, strongly

I scream, I let out a shout of discontentment.

Still, you crush me.

 

Your dagger pierces through my in-depths

I beg you to stop, I cry out of my own frustration

My defenses all let up!

Still, you press on.

 

Deeper and deeper

I’m sure there is no more.

Still, you crush, break, purge…

and I am no more.

Still.

You only.

 

 

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Conference

Hey there,

I know that it’s been too long and I am truly sorry for the silence. But fret not I have been writing. Posts will come soon.

For now I’d like you to check out a conference that’s coming up in May. ClickĀ here to view more details, i.e registration, schedule and resources available.

Hope to see you there.

Baraka

 

 

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Hate that Flesh

Hate that flesh, o Christian
For it is never satisfied,
Its very heart is deceitfulness
Its bitter end, eternal death.

Hate that flesh, o Christian
For in it nothing good dwells
Its pleasure is sin
Its bitter end, eternal death.

Hate that flesh, o Christian
May this be your greatest delight
To put to death its wretched ways
And your joyful end, eternal life.

To Love.

To Love,
Deeply without having to touch
insanely without having enough
crazily as if this is your last
without being ones burden
keeping away from idolatry!

Passionately,in pursuit of one another
in trust that He keeps us together.
Praying, for each other
Marveling at His grace and faithfulness.
Forever, rejoicing even in pain and sorrow
because He lives, we can face tomorrow!

Treasuring Him together,
because He is better, He is worthy.
That only He has our affections
that the love we have,
only flows from that which He graces us with,

to Love.