Gathered Into My Heart

Rise from your prostration
And mount to My Cross, Beloved.
Embrace with love
My Heart spread out for you.
As the thorns entwine our love
And hold our hearts firmly
In our embrace,
So the world retreats
And we are one.
Hearts in communion,
Immune to death,
As thorns pierce
in a tender touch of love,
Spill forth their contents
And are taken up
In one Heartbeat of Love.

So I take you up
Gathered into My Heart.
Touch so pure,
Pain turned into delight,
Brokenness falls away
As hearts stirred to Life
Weld in Love
A singleness of Heart.

Pour out to Me your love
As I drink it up like wine
As the banquet of Love.
The taste of your love to Me
Is so sweetly intoxicating
My Heart moves, overflowing
In a fountain of Graces.
Your love is My delight.
As the Bridegroom searches out the Bride,
So I search out your love
Waiting to ambush your heart
And take you as My own.

Come, Beloved,
Into the arms that await you
And surrender to Me your heart.
Let me hold you as My own
Consumed in the eternal Fire
And sweetness of My Love,
Embracing the Sacrifice that binds
In eternal surrender
Our union of Hearts.

4-12-2001
Holy Thursday

Here In My Hand

Here in my hand
I hold Your Heart,
Given to me at great sacrifice.
Here in my hand lies the King of Kings,
Overwhelmingly Majestic in stunning humility.

Tender Savior,
Gift from the Heart of God,
You beg to be consumed,
To be so taken in
That You become one with us
In every cell, in every thought,
In the beating of our hearts
And each breath we take.

Here You must be, in everything,
Just as You are.

But we seldom see, hear,
Touch, love totally, as You long for.
Our thoughts turn so easily earthward
While You try so hard to lift us up
To You, O Master, Creator,
Lover of our souls, as You are
One with our bodies,
Part of every cell,
Food for the journey,
The journey to Your Heart,
That room prepared for us.

Love so dense it takes on form,
A form such that would break
So easily in our hands,
So You come, O Loved One,
In infinite humility and vulnerability,
Begging to be consumed
In a heart on fire with love,
Enraptured with Your touch,
With the power of Your grace,
With the tenderness and
Passionate trembling
Of Your precious Heart;
So I consume You
And make You my own,
My heart falling into Yours,
Where it longs to be,
Where You long to hold it
Captive to Your holy grace
And Your thunderously powerful,
Infinitely sweet Love.

Come, my Love, and consume me
As I consume You
And our hearts tremble into union
In the passionate Fire
Of Your most Sacred Love.

12-20-2003