The Subject Is Love
The Subject Is Love Love is no respector of persons. Love shines its blinding light on the just and unjust, alike. I am confused. You showed up, and completely filled my vista. Your light blinds me to so much when you come near. When you're not here your light comes from within. Oh Holy One, What am I to do? It is you who direct and dance in my dreams. How long will you stay away? Come, Oh joy of my soul, Come and hold me. Come, let me whisper in your ear. Our mission together calls. Can you... Sign in to see full entry.