A gentle stirring in the will did start
To tap the precious fires of the heart
Seeking the light beyond the painful fog,
Mute at the thought of the inexpressible.
I pressed against His torn and tortured flesh
To know the sacred joy of His carress.
Pain lingers, but gone was dread.
I tasted the hint of sweetest nectar
In all the tears I shed.
And I trembled -
Love spurring me to fierce determination
A weary lover, seeking consummation.

Then came the new and difficult beginning.
Reason and will in mute submission bowed
At their sorry and helpless state.
Our faculties are naught - His grace alone
Is ladder to a Paradise unknown.
Where one may quest, in trust and faith unfeigned,
For One in Whom is perfect love contained.

And willingly I struggle.
That, in losing all I otherwise would be,
I may become completely free.