Now new; newness, every step!
but see those plodding along,
they seem to plot alone,
with strides short and heavy,
fueled by waning wills, be wary:
one day weak, one day white hot.
Be instead one who's led by One
with newness in every step,
staying clear of those steering
by sole, sensory, substance;
poor souls, often overloaded!
Look, rather, rack some, no Someone
whom won't cease loving! from the
purest of hearts, a Love that
lacks nothing (this Love of loves!) :
fills what abandonment leaves,
taken not nor possessed by
any other, belonging,
His beloved! cherished and
desired by the Love of loves!
Gary Edward Geraci
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