Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Devoured by Love, poem by Dorothy
Devoured by Love
The hunger of the soul
is vast
and immeasurable.
It is a like a ravening beast
that will gnaw your heart
until you faint
with delight,
a great tree of light
that will plunge
its invisible roots
into your
flesh
and suck out
your marrow
as you groan
in pleasure,
then make of you
a swooping falcon,
predator and prey,
wondering what you
did before
for food.
August 21, 2011
Dorothy Walters
What many do not realize is that the "hunger for the holy" is not always a gentle, soft impulse. It can be quite intense, like a "predator and its prey," and give little rest until its needs are met--but of of course, then one always hungers for more.
(photo found on internet)
