Night Waves

Your body stands apart from mine, yet
Your soul has brushed against my soul...
I feel the moon's fire burning in my chest—
Can you sense my longing blazing within you?

It is strange, how thoughts come rushing in like waves upon the shore always when darkness falls. I am grateful only that the sun rises each morning to press its warmth against our faces—a reminder of love's tenderness.

The Voice of the Heart is that speech through which we can commune with every creation of God... and as the saints have understood it, saints resort to this instrument because it is the very language of God.