Choose the moment of your coming dear God.
Pierce the veils and make me Your lover.
I will prepare the marriage bed,
smoothing the wrinkles of the mind,
and dusting the corners of my soul,
then I sit naked
before Your single candle flame
ravaged in a secret longing satisfied only in
YOU.
Unless I am God’s I am nothing.
Unless I am filled in God, I remain empty.
Unless GOD is given through me, nothing is given.
Choose the moment of Your coming, Oh God.
Ignite the heat of Your presence,
as I am made the fuel of your fire.
Make me your lover,
and pour Yourself into this world through me
until I am destroyed in Your giving.
Then,
as I fade into Your Glorious Light,
let me be forgotten by this world,
As it gazes upon You in adoration, lost in the dancing
that destroys the sorrows holding this world too long.
Consume me in You oh GOD
This is enough
This is all.
