July 27 – Imagine Falling in Love With the Heir

All of this is altogether real for the professed nun. It is real for us in Cor Unum, as well.

Look at the Shulamite in the Song of Songs. Hear her lowliness:

“I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar . . .” where tents were made of the black and brown goat hides. “Like the curtains of Solomon . . .” those richly embroidered tapestries . . . but she has been loved!

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth – for your love is better than wine.” No one knows our lowliness better than we, ourselves.

No one can anticipate a kiss of betrothal like the woman who has been toiling, working the rocky, dusty vineyards, driven on my those who saw no beauty, no value, or seeing it, were determined to keep it for themselves.

The world . . . oh, why should it be! . . . would keep us for itself! What use are we to the world?

If we all turned to the love of God, Babylon would fall in a day, and Babylon is the earthly citadel of another prince, the prince of darkness.

On the earth there are those who have chosen Mount Carmel, without attractions, but that they may meet the Beloved there, the Prince of Peace.


"No More Nights Alone"
photo by Kerry