Monday, 30 September 2013

Love Knocks

Love knocks on my door.
He stands near on soundless feet,
although I hardly know he is there.
Yet it’s in my solitude that he accompanies me;
In my loneliness he keeps vigil;

Of all my doubts, and fears and struggles, he is aware.

Love knocks so quietly,
waits so patiently,
I almost miss the insistent tone.
Until the echoes reverberate around my empty heart;
My ears prick to an unworldly sound;
And I am drawn to him as to a siren’s song.

Love stands waiting.
While I look for Him in other places,
looking for a love that cannot satisfy.

Not knowing joy was mine for the taking.
Not knowing it was His love I was lacking;
Not knowing, until the door I finally open.

Love stands smiling.
No sin too large to dissuade him,
No temptation too great to supersede him.
My love simply stands for me;
blessings at his feet won for me.
Joy and peace; contentment, freedom.

How can I refuse him?

Ana Lisa de Jong

'And having chosen us, he called us to come to Him; and when we came he declared us "not guilty", filled us with Christ's goodness, gave us right standing with himself, and promised us his glory.' Romans 8:30

"Love means setting aside walls, fences, and unlocking doors, and saying yes..."

"Where is the dwelling of God?"  This was the question which the Rabbi of Kotak surprised a number of learned men who happened to be visiting him.  They laughed at him; "what a thing to ask! Is not the whole world full of his glory?!  Then he answered his own question, "God dwells whereever man lets him in."
From Tales of Hasidim
Stony Bay, Coromandel, New Zealand

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