Amor Christi
My bond with you
Is not the binding of a superstition - I have not said ‘To guarantee good luck I’ll follow You’ - I do not wear your symbol as a charm. My care of you Is not the care that comes of obligation - I will not pay Attention to you by man’s calendar, Nor do the will of any less than you. My work for you Is driven not by greed for recognition Nor by the need To compensate for some great weight of sin - Because you ask me, I do everything. My words for you Cannot be pages of propitiation - Awe and fear, Eulogies, interminable prayer, Begging and preaching, you will never hear. And when I greet you I will not bow, or kneel, or bend my head - I cannot meet Your steady gaze that way; I will not turn My face, nor stay away, My Friend, From your embrace. |