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Falling in Love with Love Old Hull, Quebec. October 10, 2006. Bishops, like politicians, are suspected Of fudging truth to gain a step ahead; Mystics, like poets,more easily win our trust: The Church promotes them only when they're dead. Now, mystics all agree that God is Love: A flood of love that inundates the heart, A love they feel to be more close than they Are to themselves -- for dry souls split apart. The chamber where love makes its dwelling place Lies in a recess hidden from the mind: The soul's true center, to the self unknown, A place that only love itself can find. They tell us, too, that love is everywhere; It is our world, our atmosphere, our breath, Our nourishment, our life, our element: For us, where love is not is living death. Awareness of this love that they call God, This further dimension of depth, deeper than deep, This fire that warms within and all about, Seems not to come from doctrine or belief. For, even the love that pairs of lovers share Strikes them like an arrow from above, And yet, to make it theirs, they need to fall, Abandoning all control -- like fools -- in love. Are we to understand that a fifth dimension Lies open to unbelievers like me and you, That we could fall out of ourselves -- like clowns of God -- And into an ocean of love, if we only knew? |