Friday Poetry: I have made you . . .

I have made you,
And I love you,
And I know you,
And I see you,
And I call you my beloved,
My chosen one,
My delight.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing,
Embody me,
Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you:
Beauty and terror –
Just keep going.
No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life,
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.
I have made you,
And I love you,
And I know you,
And I see you,
And I call you my beloved,
My chosen one,
My delight.

This was read from the pulpit back in 2004 and I love it. I was able to get a photocopy of the speaker's notes which they had jotted it down at a conference. I do not have the attribution for it, but if you do, I'd be right pleased to post it.






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