Saturday, January 15, 2011

Unfurl My Love

The love of Christ
Waits in my heart.
It is ready to be unfurled.

But my pride
Is like a clenched fist,
Holding it in.

I am no match for Christ's love
And yet He allows
Me to hold Him in.

I'm a stranger to everyone
Without this Love.

Sometimes my eyes open
And I let Him overtake me,
For a moment.

It is then that I am a sister,
To all.

I feel their sorrow,
I don't shut them out.
They are mine.


Even then (my) love is incomplete.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing Theresa- I like the new look of the blog!