A Love Story

You make all things new and you never played any of the games.
You came into this world as a poor helpless baby,
with an audience of few,
leaving in the most disgraceful way possible.

You were a carpenter.
You spend 30 years in anonymity.
You never were out there, in your face, forcing people to demonstrate that the heaven was at hand.

You just were.
You just went and you just loved.
God is love.

Overused and worn thin by explanation in place of exploration,
when I first heard it, these words filled me with wonder.
Awe overflowed, thinking, "How can that be?"

My mind rocked, just as much as my heart by its majesty.
True mystery.
True to Your colors I suppose.
True to Your form.
So beautifully interwoven, so thoughtful, so taken care of.
Every detail, moment, big and small You see it all.

And You love.

You love without strings attached, without reservation.
You love until things are better.
Your love is deeper than any cut, wider than any pit and can scale any wall.
Nothing is bigger nor stronger.
Intimacy defined.
Divine revealed.
This is the very place where life springs forth and there's nothing better.

This is heaven on earth, my friends.
Living love.
Freedom is here.