A Winter’s Night in Virginia

Last night the air went small, and frigid.
The tender edginess of the moon, as it
widens after its newness, lifted me into Heaven.
The air, along with her breeze, brimmed with
Winter’s divine, melancholy coolness.

The mountains, aged and wise, lay slumbering
in a heavenly haze behind God’s back drop.
The moon, slumbering towards fullness, is
bold, nestled into the diamond covered void.
She is still strong in the sky, holding it up with little effort.

I stand in the hallowing glow of this gentle darkness,
letting truths untold sink deep into my heart,
deep into my seen breath, reminding me of the
holy spirit of my life.

“How to Truly Love” (Fr. Anthony de Mello)

Everywhere in the world people are in search of love, for everyone is convinced that love alone can save the world; love alone can make life meaningful and worth living. But how very few understand what love really is and how it arises in the human heart. It is so frequently equated with good feelings for others, with benevolence or nonviolence or service. But these things in themselves are not love.

Love springs from awareness. It is only inasmuch as you see someone as he or she really is here and now and not as they are in your memory or your desire or in your imagination or projection that you can truly love them; otherwise, it is not the person that you love but the idea that you have formed of this person.

Source: The Way to Love