Sun of Righteousness: Appeal of the Crucified God
Blaze of the Immortal,
come softly,
earnestly,
to my lips,
and speak
the parallel
of love, of truth.
This bitterness,
a mere interlude
to the chalk of soul,
the bitter gall,
or the sweet
forever, wherein
I want to invade
every moment
of your joy,
of your suffering,
of your endurance,
of your love
and tears.
Those tears.
I have known
you
before the great
depth opened,
before the
treasonous fall,
and after,
the wick, after time,
extinguishes
at My word.
I am love,
and there is nothing
before me.
My origin
is bound
in the
necessity
of My existence.
And, because I Am,
I love you,
every last one of you.
I love you in the fire of glory
and in the black fire too.
I will never abandon
my love for you,
while you cry freedom
from the pit of agony,
while you hold onto
everything wrong,
while you maintain
your everlasting Self,
I cannot help but love you.
What can I do
but what I have done?
Cut to pieces like
an animal,
displayed for all to see,
each moment worse
than the next,
each moment eternal
in scope,
slain forever,
risen forever,
worthy forever,
always knocking and praying,
searching for you,
speaking to you,
loving you
in the paleness of your knowing,
in the paleness
of what you feel now,
I Am utterly in love
with all of what you are.
I Was utterly in love
with all of what you are.
I Will always love
all of what you are.
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