Love Come Alive

If only the good die young, then why be good?

That's what I want to know.

Still I try

and fail most times

to live, give, and be love.

Words quench my thirst and spark a fire

that sets me on my knees before Your throne

as grace melts this hardened heart.

Grace floods 

in anticipation:

of a reunion with a dear friend

who saved me from myself;

in memories:

of words longed for but dared not spoken

until shouted unexpectedly across the hushed night,

words that didn't mean what I wanted,

but meant so much more

in the process:

of growing up and learning

just how much more those words mean,

how much more the Word means,

what it means that the Word became flesh,

that the Word dwelt among us,

that the Word dwells among us still,

that Love has come alive,

that we die and rise in Love,

that Love is the final reality.

"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair." ~G.K. Chesterton

This is what it means--the Theology of the Body, to live love.