Love Psalms
. . . . . . .

psalm of psalms,
the lover and the beloved,
a blessed union of souls,
the mystery of love . . .

being a continual choice

Two Hearts Sharing a Wound

We have broken each other like glass
and have lost many of the pieces
we cannot remember the original design
how can we smooth the jagged shards
that seemingly do not fit together any more

And yet, if we allow the breath of the Spirit
to blow through our broken window
our shared wound becomes the center
of a more beautiful design

Like budding roses that faint in the heat
we are revived and our sharp edges
turn to tender rose pedals

Two Hearts Sharing a Vision

We have blurred our vison
and become blind
we can not remember what once
could be seen
we have become windows darkly
that pass no light

And yet if weallow the wind of the Spirit
to stir the well of our souls
our eyes will meet in a shared vision
deepening the well of sharing
and our clouded vision becomes crystal clear
as the eye of our heart opens

Like opening roses that reach for the sun
our ideals and faith parallel each other
as we reach for radiance

Two Hearts Sharing a Flame

We have melted together like fused glass
blending many beautiful pieces and colors
forming a passionate design
stained glass catching the light of the Spirit

And our hearts share a flame
that melts the shifting sands of this world
into glass for an eternal cathedral

Like fully opened roses
our growth is now intertwined
and our thorns have turned
into budding virtues

Even love can find itself in the garden of Gethsemane
enduring suffering or even death.
It is the highest psalm to believe in love
when fear or painful loss pushes its way into life.
It is a Love Psalm to conquer death with
faith, hope & love.

Natasha Westrich Wood

a

n

c

e

r

Living
in a
culture
unprepared
and avoiding
the reality
of death