The Beauty of God's Love

God is love


“Truth is in all, but Love is all.” – Sri Chinmoy.

Not so long ago, I was immersed in the joys of cosmic energy and cosmic light. Seems like only yesterday, it does, for I still remember the inner thrill, the tears rising up inside; the silent entreaty to the Mother Divine to grant me the capacity to serve, to feel for Her creation.

I guess that souls such as Mother Theresa, the Christ, and many others, must constantly feel this way. That sweet glow within, that warm inner encouragement that flows from Grace, and encourages us to share with, or embrace all human beings. How sweet Thy name, my Beloved! How magnificent Thy creation, Thy oneness all where, all where! Here:


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“In the dense groves of my heart,

In the dark chasm of illusions,

I find myself.

Come, my Beloved, free me

From my thorn-shackles; take me

To your unparalleled stores of love-delight.


Here it is all darkness, and my soul shed tears for Thee.

Like a hungry suckling at its mothers breast,

Take me upwards, to see Your smile;

To caress Your face of tenderness;

Of radiant Light.

Dance with me, my Sweet One.

Yon glow that illuminates,

And thrills within,

May it baptize me with Your compassion:

That sweet silence that awakens loving kindness,

For all sentient beings.

-Manatita29th June, 2013.


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Emily Dickenson, Martin Luther King, our loving Mandela and others, must surely have had a glimpse of this tranquil yet powerful manifestation of Love’s truth.

“God is love,’ says the Apostle Paul, ‘and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God.” 1John, 4:16.

It is that spirit of sacrifice, which is another name for love that prompted Job to bear such burdens, David to cry out unto the Lord, ‘Thy rod and Thy staff shall comfort me,’ and sustain Mandela in a prison cell for so many years. It is that same love for his country that enabled Mahatma Gandhi to show such soul-force in the face of heavy odds. It indeed pushed many of the saints to the point of sacrifice, as they were willing to bear all, rather than to give up the name of the Lord.


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It is in love that we are born. It is in love that we grow, it is in love that we exist and have our being. The mother’s care of the newborn, bonding and holding him close to her bosom or the life of sacrifice by great men and women, who have no motive but the pure upliftment of others, must give us hope. He who loves never grows old, as God Itself is a shining example.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15.13. King James Version, Cambridge Edit.

The ignorance of the world threatens us all daily, and yet, that wondrous flow of love divine still exists in men and women, yet alone God, and holds the core of Mother earth together as an increasingly beautiful tapestry, even if shaken or needing mending from time to time. We are then nourished or replenish by witnessing this very spirit as benchmarks before us, so that we, too, can become lovers ourselves.

Let us try to love one another as this universal Spirit of cohesion loves us, for it is in love that we grow; in love that we are sustained and in that selfsame love that we will find eternal life. Higher blessings.

-ManatitaJune29th, 2013.

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tobusiness 3 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

You write beautifully!...if we could only learn to love, this world would be a wonderful place indeed.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Too true. Let us continue to do what we can. Every little bit helps. In appreciation. Loving thoughts


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vkwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

That was a beautiful poem.


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

Thank you so much, my dear friend, vkwok.

Loving thoughts to you and yours.


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

You write prose as beautifully as you write poetry. You're certainly gifted. "It is in love that we grow." Voted Awesome!


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

I have been a writer and a poet since my teens. Meditation has increased by capacity to flow. Which comes first? Neither writing nor poetry, perhaps, but beauty, beauty sublime.

Thank you, my sweet. I take no credit. In my case, everything comes from the Source:

ULTIMATELY EVERYTHING BECOMES BORING

Ultimately everything

Becomes boring.

Even great miracles

Become boring.

Even the tremendous powers of the cosmic gods

Become boring.

Even God the Omniscient

Becomes boring.

Even God the Omnipotent

Becomes boring.

But, but, but

God the All-Love

Never becomes boring.

Never.

Sri Chinmoy, The Dance Of Life, Part 13, Agni Press, 1973

"Ultimately, everything becomes boring


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Deborah Brooks 3 years ago from Brownsville,TX

This is a work of art.. thank you for this.. it is exactly what i need to read today.. many blessings to you

Debbie


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manatita44 3 years ago from london Author

The feeling is truly reciprocal, Deborah.

Always remember that sweet smile of yours in happy times. Feel that God is offering you His love this way. Healing thoughts.


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LailaK 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Your words are melodiously thrilling! And the meaning behind them is amazing! Thank you for writing this work of art.


Manatita44 3 years ago

Con mucho gusto. My pleasure. Thanks a million for your kind words. I truly appreciate this. Much peace.

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