Pure Love


Pure Love, yes, I met him once
Upon a tree he hung
“My kingdom,” he cried, “My kingdom! My kingdom for a cross!”
“Why do you hang there?” I asked.
“Because my extravagance offends.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked again.
“Take up my cross. Take up my cry. Lavish me on the world recklessly, wastefully.”
“But, will they not crucify me too?”
“Aye, that they will,” he replies. “And when that day comes,
your name will be Pure Love too.”

Written at Easter Retreat with Omnia Omnibus, 4th April 2013, LifeSprings Canossian Spirituality Centre

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