On Time

How,
Can it be?

But it is,
And it remains so.

Some live longer,
Some not so long,
Some "just right,"
Some "too soon".

All are on time -
in Your time, Lord;
Your time.

Time is telling the story,
in a particular way.

And so the heart,
 With all its scars,
And through all it has been through,
Is ever renewed to receive what gifts have been prepared for it.
And the heart receives them on time.
Your time, Lord;
Your time.

come quickly

Hello, Lord.
Here I am.

Do I feel my heart dilated, Lord, when you come near to me?

Thank you, Lord, for your sweet consolations, for which I let you bate me.
Yet even I fight these at times, Lord.
Still, you send them, and I cannot help but be aware of them.

But what of your Cross, Lord?
"This, too, is a form of consolation.  A suffering that is an experience of Love."

And the dark nights, Lord?
"This is a preparation for the Cross, the true union with Myself.  Come quickly, and do not hinder the night.  I myself will lead you.
Come... come... come...."

Oh Lord, how good and merciful you are.  You are so patient with me.

I want to be closer to you.