Draw nearer, love made perfect.
There was before and now there is after. I would know the difference in my heart.
If I knew that moment as I know my desire to know that moment, I would radiate something more than desire.
Faith is not an aspiration. It is being.
Desire is a leaf of the tree. It is not the tree, immovable, perfect in its place, thrusting out from the solid ground. Necessary, inevitable, fleeting, seasonal, my desires swirl within. I am a steward, a father to my desires.
Outward, I see only you. You and what I cannot know.
The crowd, the procession, the sound of a hammer.
