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