Reckless Love

Seek…

What is it you seek?

Whom is it that you seek?

What is it that you seek?

I am here…

Over here.

Here I am.

I am present.

I am not absent.

I am here for you.

What are you looking for?

What is it that was lost?

What is it that you lack?

You have the foreboding look.

You anticipate loss.

You know what it is to lose.

Yet in holding on to the loss, you have lost yourself.

I want you to know what it is like to gain.

Your waist line reflects your desire to gain, in spite of the loss.

You have gained much on the inside, now obtain on the outside.

You struggle with your worthiness.

You spared no thought for yourself.

You have no desire for yourself.

Your desire was for her.

You long for her, you seek her out, you cannot walk away. Your soul, your body longs for her. Your very being aches for her.

You saw the picture today didn’t you.

The one with you pulling a funny face, with your arm around her.

Her beauty shining before you, bursting forth. Your beloved. My tangible, embodiment of love.

Yet you have lost yourself.

I have sent out a search party to look for you.

Recklessly in pursuit. I have moved that which cluttered the path out of the way.

I know I have been reckless in my love.

In order for you to be wreck-less, without wreck.

Looking for love? Yet love has found you.

My love embraces you, my beloved touches you, her lips kiss yours. My love taught you, instructed you, guided your hand, for personal use, it was personal, so intimate. Love you had never experienced before, beyond your wildest hopes and dreams.

My dream embraces you. My hand touches you.

You are the man of my dreams, the center of my affection. The focus of my desire.

Am I not the author of love? Did I not write the best book on romance?

It’s personal.

For I so loved you that I gave that which was most precious for you.

I know you are trying to keep it together.

Yet I have come to overwhelm you with my love.

Your eyes still well up with emotion, that moment on the shores of New Zealand where your beloved gave you such an amazing gift.

Your soul shakes from the impact even now. Your eyes well up with tears. Your hand shakes at the power of such a gift.

After being robbed of time with her, in the time of absence what does she do?

Put her love on paper, express our words to you, prophesy our love for you.

For some this would have been immaterial, yet for you the impact ripples across your life even now. “How could this be that I should be loved so much?” You ask.

Yet I am coming over. Yet I came for you. Yet my desire is for you. You are my hearts desire.

For you are my power couple, through you I shall express my desire, my passion, my power!

I know you feel wrecked by the outpouring of my love, but this discomfort will pass.

Remember the feeling of your beloved’s hand upon you? At first uncomfortable, at first hesitant, for you did not know what to think. You were afraid of where this would lead.

Yet then you began to experience what it was like to be loved. For it was my hand upon you. My best expression of my love, the hand of your beloved.

For that which you cannot grasp, embraces you, loves you, desires you.

My love, loves you, finds you irresistible. Cannot be resisted, cannot be stopped.

Let it seep in. Let my love flow. Receive my love. For I am pouring it out upon you now like never before. It is awash, it sprays all around, all those in your presence will experience it, will be impacted my it.

It shall be glorious. “Moving for the Glorious” I’m singing this to you now.

Embrace that which you cannot grasp. For that which you have been seeking has found you!

Song of Songs 3:1-4 IN THE night I dreamed that I sought the one whom I love. She said I looked for him but could not find him. So I decided to go out into the city, into the streets and broad ways which are so confusing to a country girl, and seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I could not find him. The watchmen who go about the city found me, to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves? I had gone but a little way past them when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.