Poetry: Veni Ad Crucem Christi

I stumble into the chapel and sit at your feet with a heart full of turmoil. I look at your heart, open out of love for me, and I long. I sit here and I dream to love another, to give the gift of self to another. Yet with this desire, I must wait. For there is none to take my soul.

I seek to love. Within myself, my heart is ready, ready to welcome another. I can feel the overwhelming capacity within me to give. Why then, must I sojourn further? Why must I continue searching? What would you have from me? What is your will.

Here I am; I come to your heart. To find what I am missing. And at last, gazing upon your cross, I see it.
Broken, you died for me.
Wounded, you forgave me.
Reserving nothing, you gave your all.
What did I do to make you love me?

I, human, have been
betrayed.

I, human, have often
wept.

I, human, remain a
sinner.

Strong, you held me.
Caring, you soothed me.
How you love me.
But do I love you?

Before another, I must pursue you. I do not need to wait for love. In fact, I cannot wait for love! This anguish that I feel, this pain in my soul, is not for man, but for God.

So here I am.

I come to your feet,
weary.

I look at your heart,
yearning.

True love awaits,
inside.