When Love Is Painful
Holy mystery of love,
as we give thanks for your presence
when love flows like a river,
so we are grateful for Your presence
when love refuses to flow,
when love is slogging work,
and even when love is painful.
It is still love, and it is still charged with Your energies.
You inspire us to make our love even wider,
to open its door even to the woundedness
of those we love,
to admit honestly to our wounds
and defective hearts,
to patiently allow time to pass: for healing.
Love can be lost we know, Holy One,
and we ask Your blessing on what love we have.
Even though it be imperfect,
still it towers over everything else in our life.
Amen
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