Like a moth to the flame
Is the soul's pursuit of God.
The flame of transformation,
Love more intense,
Drawing the beloved,
Allowing no rest
Till the treasure found
That was once hidden
God's longing,
Hotter than the Sun,
More passionate,
Reaching out to cleanse,
Wipe clean
That which imprisons,
Keeping the one in chains
From the eternal fusion
Of heats and wills.
God calling
The soul responding.
Often in secret, in the depths,
Hiding what God is about,
Lest we fear,
Flee,
Seeking to hide
From the eternal consummation
