Such love does the sky now pour,
that whenever I stand in a field,
I have to wring out the light when I get home.
Francis of Assisi
All has been consecrated.
The creatures in the forest know this,
the earth does, the seas do, the clouds know
as does the heart full of love.
Strange that a priest would rob us of this knowledge
and then empower himself with the ability
to make holy what already was.
St. Catherine of Siena
because it knew mine was not large enough to care
for the earth the way it did.
Why is it we think of God so much?
Why is there so much talk about love?
When an animal is wounded no one has to tell it,
"You need to heal"
so naturally it will nurse itself the best it can.
My eye kept telling me,
"Something is missing from all I see."
So it went in search of a cure.
The cure for me was God's beauty,
the remedy--- for me was to love.
Rabia of Basra
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