Ode to The Crucified Love
Thy Beauty o Beloved of my soul enchateth me. Thou consumest Thy lover with Thy Wounds and cleaneth the dirt of the soul with Blood.
O Love, give me love that I may melt and exist no more. May my love be naught but in Thee. O Blessed of the Blesseds, how my heart longs for Thee.
O Crucified Love, how much longer in this valley of tears, without Thy Consolations wilt Thou keep me?
I cooe like a dove and cry like the Skylark. I groan with pain, as a hart wounded by arrows.
Behold o Crucified Love, how I wail alone in this muck and thirst for Thee. Like a beloved sighing after her long gone Lover, I groan, I lament. Whither ar't Thou my Love, why abandoneth Thou me?
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