Love in the abstract (towards which I tend)
Is not worth much.
True love starts in the heart
And then is drawn towards another person –
Sometimes, even an object.
This is fascination with the “other”
Where one leaves one’s lonely self behind and becomes
Someone sharing their existence with another.
If it’s a person that love is driving you towards
You become more “alive” –
But if it’s an object
You might gain only some temporary satisfaction.
How far does your love go?
To just a few friends – or does it extend to all people in the world?
To a single object, like a cup or a car, or does it encompass everything in existence?
Does your love grow weaker as it expands outward?
And what about the effects of time?
Maybe everything should be measured
Solely by the intensity of the “self”
Engaged in this loving?
I want to hold a cup made by human hands
To walk on Persian rugs crafted the same way.
I want to hang paintings on my walls reflecting spiritual joy
Refined through millennia of grand artistic inspiration.
I want that cup more than anything –
A personal object – touched by touch –
That I hold next to my body – and rely upon.
I want human work to be helpful
With caring primary in all our efforts –
This is why I want God affirming us, as well as our affirming God –
Because we’re carrying out what God wants.
I want the knock at my door to be God coming home –
Searching for me –
And this is how I want God to find me – waiting at home –
Studying to become holy.
I want God knocking and knocking –
For this not to be a dream –
But real as life!