North Beach San Francisco - Ivan Ramirez Photography

I missing the sunny days with all this rain.  I hope that sun shine comes out soon...  I looking to PALE!

Meditation 1

What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee
     In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,
Unless it in thy very Person see,
     Infinity, and Finity Conjoyn'd?
     What hath thy Godhead, as not satisfide
     Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride?

Oh, Matchless Love! filling Heaven to the brim!
     O're running it: all running o're beside
This World! Nay Overflowing Hell; wherein
     For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide!
     That there our Veans might through thy Person bleed,
     To quench those flames, that else would on us feed.

Oh! that thy Love might overflow my Heart!
     To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.
But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!
     My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?
     In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See.
     Lord blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.

by Edward Taylor