In the darkness of not knowing,
In the pain of not believing
That love is all
and everything is love.
In the tenderness of wanting,
In the sweetness of the silence,
Love, come softly,
Like a shaft of light,
or the soft touch
of a butterfly’s wings.
Like the first star of evening,
or the sweet scent of blossom.
Come with the balm of healing.
Come with the joy of forgiveness.
Come, Lord of love.
Come, Jesus, come.
Diane Coleman
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