(When is the last time you said, "I love You."?)
Two pews behind me
I heard
her gasp,
"My God, my God,
I love You!
My God,
I love You!"
And her prayer,
disturbed
the equilibrium of
my relationship
with the
Other.
A content,
comfortable
bond
between us.
No passion.
Words not
spoken
but
believed to be
understood.
O,
unembarrassed
God
with
arms wide open
on the cross
and
when we meet.
Embrace
my heart.
And may
my prayers always
begin:
"My God, my God,
I love You!
My God,
I love You!"
