art Rassouli
My heart yearns for the Beloved
my body aches
to merge in union with the One
who sees my holiness.
If only my own eyes could see
what my Beloved sees of me.
If only my own ears could hear
what my Beloved hears of me.
If only my own mind could know
what my Beloved knows of me,
I would be healed.
If I, like Mary, let him
have his way with me,
I will conceive his Word
and birth divinity.
So ravish me, Beloved.
Satisfy my desire.
Enter every closed and darkened place
and pour your radiant Light,
your blazing Love
into every part of me.
Set me on fire,
so that all that is dross
is turned to ash.
And I am left
breathless,
shining.
my body aches
to merge in union with the One
who sees my holiness.
If only my own eyes could see
what my Beloved sees of me.
If only my own ears could hear
what my Beloved hears of me.
If only my own mind could know
what my Beloved knows of me,
I would be healed.
If I, like Mary, let him
have his way with me,
I will conceive his Word
and birth divinity.
So ravish me, Beloved.
Satisfy my desire.
Enter every closed and darkened place
and pour your radiant Light,
your blazing Love
into every part of me.
Set me on fire,
so that all that is dross
is turned to ash.
And I am left
breathless,
shining.
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