Living Flame of Love



Flame, alive, compelling,
yet tender past all telling, 
reaching the secret centre of my soul!
Since now evasion’s over,
finish your work, my Lover, 
break the last thread, 
wound me and make me whole!

Burn that is for my healing!
Wound of delight past feeling!
Ah, gentle hand whose touch is a caress, 
foretaste of heaven conveying
and every debt repaying:
slaying, you give me life for death’s distress. 

O lamps of fire bright-burning
with splendid brilliance, turning
deep caverns of my soul to pools of light!
Once shadowed, dim, unknowing,
now their strange new-found glowing
gives warmth and radiance for my Love’s delight.

Ah, gentle and so loving
you wake within me, proving
that you are there in secret, all alone;
your fragrant breathing stills me
your grace, your glory fills me

so tenderly your love becomes my own.

St. John of the Cross

Source: The Impact of God by Iain Matthew

Barry Pearman

Image: paul+photos=moody Creative commons Flickr

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