The feast of Love
The cross weeps freely with Love’s holy blood;
Extended arms in violent agonies
Writhe in the anguished pains of death,
Their gift of Love.
A stone stands rolled, unsealing death;
For death is dead and Love at last lives on
To share across the ages God’s new gift,
The gift of Love.
“This is my body, given now in Love;
My blood which wept in death in Love;
My spirit, risen for my Father’s Love,
My shared Love.”
“So share with me, serving each one in Love;
Receive me and I’ll live in you in Love;
Creation will sing out with you and Me
My song of Love.”
