(The Dark Night, book I: chapter 11)
"O God, you are my God -- for you I
long! For you my body yearns; for you my
soul thirsts, like a land parched, lifeless,
and without water. So I look to you in the
sanctuary to see your power and glory. For
your love is better than life;" (18)
"For our God is a consuming fire."
The absence of the Living Spring,
Languished and parched her heart and
How harsh and deep was this thirsting
Broad cracks in the prairie dust-bowl.
The underbrush of the senses,
Withered away in the harsh drought;
Her heart was freed of pretenses,
As appetites were weeded out.
This dried-out underbrush now feeds
The Living Flame, which sparks and
To clear the land of brush and weeds
Enriching the place it prepares.
In time, the seeds of new virtue
Will flourish by the Living Spring;
Sheer grace recreates all anew --
And yields love's bounteous blessing.
To free the heart of its desire,
His love is a consuming fire.
May the Living Flame of Love consume all
that is not of God in our hearts and prepare
us to receive Him fully.
18. Psalm 63:2-4a
19. Hebrews 12:29
(c) Paul Buis, 2004