Dear Love,
I sought you more than most
And you became my end.
Perhaps you are obscure,
Perhaps you twist and bend
Much more than I would like,
Much more than life requires.
Come back and sweetly stir
The candles into fires.
My first I have forgotten
My last is yet the same.
The day-to-day unveiling
Of all done in your name
Leaves me the fool, the guarded.
Oh love, you do not boast.
You wait and watch my progress
For I need you more than most.
postscript
Day 13. I thought one of the best ways to catch up was to write a series. Here's the first of a five-part series of epistles to Love, Life, Mystery, Grace, and Truth.