I read this poem last night and I must admit that poetry usually doesn't work for me. Here it is though from Seeking God: The Way of St. Benedict by Esther de Waal pg. 126:
Beloved
let us love
for the loving
is the sending
and the mending
and the end
of the strife-hate
in the heart of man
Christ love
Abba
As I read it, it still didn't do anything for me, until I read it in a completely different manner. So this may not have been the intention of the author (probably not) it is written pulling a line from the top, bottom, top, bottom all the way though. Here it is, enjoy:
In a calling, yearning voice I hear him calling me: Beloved. to get my attention.
Abba? Is that you my Lord, are you calling me?
Let us love. Ah, there it is again, I sigh, how to do this love thing?
Christ love. Yes, Lord you are right, that is the way to love through living and breathing his love.
For the loving, in the heart of man bring it to my core, Lord, please.
Is the sending of the strife-hate send it all away
and the mending bring the mending
and the end. Let your love be the beginning and the end of all that I am.
Either way you read the poem (or perhaps in your own new way) I hope it blesses your heart.
In Christ,
Beloved
let us love
for the loving
is the sending
and the mending
and the end
of the strife-hate
in the heart of man
Christ love
Abba
As I read it, it still didn't do anything for me, until I read it in a completely different manner. So this may not have been the intention of the author (probably not) it is written pulling a line from the top, bottom, top, bottom all the way though. Here it is, enjoy:
In a calling, yearning voice I hear him calling me: Beloved. to get my attention.
Abba? Is that you my Lord, are you calling me?
Let us love. Ah, there it is again, I sigh, how to do this love thing?
Christ love. Yes, Lord you are right, that is the way to love through living and breathing his love.
For the loving, in the heart of man bring it to my core, Lord, please.
Is the sending of the strife-hate send it all away
and the mending bring the mending
and the end. Let your love be the beginning and the end of all that I am.
Either way you read the poem (or perhaps in your own new way) I hope it blesses your heart.
In Christ,
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