Amidst history’s dark night
Of loveless toil
My soul thirsts and my flesh pines
Like parched soil awaiting the rain
Give me oil in my lamp
Keep me burning with passion
For the Bridegroom whose deathless love
Is the object of my mysterious desire
Ignite the fire of your love
In the sanctuary of my being
Grab my soul as by a magnet
And take hold of even the faintest stirring in my spirit
Hush my heart
Still my soul
And bend my knees
In humble supplication
Then at the point of convergence
Between my feeble desire and your awesome love
Dissolve my many loves
Into the One Love that is better than life.
---Fr. G. Ehusani, 6/11/05