The group sits silently,

Listening attentively to the actions in a heart not understood,

But felt.

With each week, encircling the center of the labyrinth,

Moving ever closer towards a grace filled core.

The Eucharist and their lives.

 

Now, weeks later, the graces ooze out,

Uncontrollably, at home, in others faces, at times of prayer,

It is understood.

The source emits its glow,

And turns love into action.

And action into love.

 

I cannot hold your desires any longer.

So Jesus … I will love, with your love.

Lawless and beautiful.

Boundless and immutable.

And spread it where you take me.

 

With this Eucharistic Energy …

 

Slowing to a crawl now,

The stream wanders in a different mode,

Than when started at the top of the mountain.

 

Days of racing and driving through the land,

Splitting fences and boundaries as I flew,

Are over.

 

Today a more peaceful, reflective pace,

As I saunter through the trees.

 

Yet, still wanting to change the landscape.

 

Running towards somewhere,

The architect draws an image of how steel will provide function,

While talking to the soul of the passerby.

 

Providing of course. They look upwards …