Love is the Higher Law

To speak of Incarnation—of God with a face like ours

Of Love's disfiguration—till we look through the scars

The Kingdom is a mustard seed—too small to apprehend

It grows beneath our feet—and towers in the end

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Love is the higher law—stronger than the grip of gravity

Even truer than the grave in front of me

Even in the mundane I feel miracles I could never make believe

Rising in the present

A little taste of Heaven's Effervescence

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So take a look around—but see through a child's eyes

The miracles are low—hid from the high and wise

Like treasures in the dirt—only the poor could find

A garden free to all—who leave all else behind

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Come all ye weary souls—so sick of all the noise

Come transubstantiate your sorrows into joys

If you've got ears to hear and you've got eyes to see

Behold The Spirit's work—don't miss the mystery!