Fearing Love

There is an honest fear of the depths of our hearts, caves which lie damp and dark never to see light. Where pools of affliction make their home, and we find our true souls abhorrently chained there, living in the disgust of our own refuse. So we disguise, compromise, force upon our lives a spirit that strives to deny, forget and hide the gross cold cave from being known. But why? Because mere knowledge about the healing power of God's love doesn't satisfy the wounds of social rejection, that's why! It is what we call sin, the effects of shame. Who wants to be naked, exposed and blamed imperfectly unclean? So we substitute our fears for ears once made to listen to God, fueled by the shrieking voices tormenting an uncontrollable cycle of thinking. And there we cower in the futility of our doubts, listening to our own soul groaning hoping that somehow our tears will comfort us.

Then someone calls our name from the entrance. Frightened, diseased and weak we are unable to clean up the damned evilness we sit in, let alone present ourselves appropriately. So we never call back. Oh how poor we are for it is Divine Love that waits. The stench of our shit hole, the darkness of our hearts, will not stop Him. He only smells the redolence of His child. He waits to kiss our pussy lips. He waits to conquer our shame. If only we'd see through our guilt and let the Lover Reign. For nothing is worthy of attention except He who became sin to put it to death. Not even the condition of our cave deserves a moment of grief, for we are powerless to clean. Only He who is clean is able to redeem our house of worthless suffering. You have the choice, choose Love, rejoice. Look into His face away from your cave and taste the sweetness of His grace.