When The Addiction is Heaviest

At times when the addiction is heaviest upon me,

And my tired nerves cry out in many-tongued pain

Because the flow of love is choked far below the deep recesses of my heart,

I seek with cravings firm and hard

The strength to break the dam

That I may live again in love’s warm stream.

Until, at last, I am restored and made anew! Or, so it seems.

When I am closer drawn to God’s great Light

And in its radiance stand revealed,

The meaning of my need informs my mind.

“More love,” I cry; as if love could be weighed, measured, bundled, tied.

As if with perfect wisdom I could say — to one, a little love; to another, added portion;

And on and on until all debts were paid

With no one left behind.

But now I see the tragic blunder of my cry.

Not for more love I hungry cravings seek!

But more power to love.

To put behind the tender feelings, the understanding heart,

The boundless reaches of the One’s Care

Makes love eternal, always kindled, always new.

This becomes the eager meaning of my aching heart

The bitter cry–the anguish call!!

~ by Reputationist on January 7, 2008.