I think of Divine merging in the way that I think of union with my Beloved, an exquisite aching completeness in a love that human expression, words, poems and songs, cannot fully define. Our attempts are like the shadow figures in Plato's cave.
I think of Him coming into the gates of my house and filling every pore with an ineffable radiance that dims the sun and the moon itself, filling me with a love that is so profound that it makes everything else seem faded and insignificant.
It is a love that forms me, and informs me, completely.
I think of Him coming into the gates of my house and filling every pore with an ineffable radiance that dims the sun and the moon itself, filling me with a love that is so profound that it makes everything else seem faded and insignificant.
It is a love that forms me, and informs me, completely.