Love of loves

 

Now new; newness, every step!

but see those plodding along,

they seem to plot alone, 

with strides short and heavy, 

fueled by waning wills, be wary:

one day weak, one day white hot. 

Be instead one who’s led by One

with newness in every step, 

staying clear of those steering 

by sole, sensory, substance; 

poor souls, often overloaded! 

Look, rather, rack some, no Someone 

whom won’t cease loving! from the 

purest of hearts, a Love that 

lacks nothing (this Love of loves!):

fills what abandonment leaves, 

taken not nor possessed by

any other, belonging,

His beloved! cherished and 

desired by the Love of loves!

Gary Edward Geraci