Is this what love is, Lord?
Is this the way Your love is?
To possess and be possessed by
Something so immense
That it cannot be pounded down into words
That are comprehensible by mortal man,
But by the pounding of two hearts in harmony
The definition is felt between them?
Will love be made clear
When at last we are in Your light,
Where no shadow hides even the nuance
Of joy from the one who needs to read it,
Where every colour and texture of sunset
Sings an endless harmonized song
Never fading to darkness?
The longing for closeness
After long last completed,
The taste having turned into fullness
Which satisfies yet appetizes the spirit
With joy You have yet to reveal?
Can we know what Your love is
Apart from having known love on earth?
Or is it as foreign to us as is heaven
To eyes which have not yet seen?
~ unearthed from a draft I wrote some time ago