Love of loves

Now new; newness, every step!

but see those plodding along,

they seem to plot alone,

with strides short and heavy,

 

fueled by waning wills, be wary:

one day weak, one day white hot.

Be instead one who’s led by One

with newness in every step,

 

staying clear of those steering

by sole, sensory, substance;

poor souls, often overloaded!

Look, rather, rack some, no Someone

 

whom won’t cease loving! from the

purest of hearts, a Love that

lacks nothing (this Love of loves!):

fills what abandonment leaves,

 

taken not nor possessed by

any other, belonging,

His beloved! cherished and

desired by the Love of loves!

 

Gary Edward Geraci