We are caught inside this swath of love
this massive yoking where we love one and are all-loving, this massive yoking where we love all and are love’s focusing. Christ’s mystery and enigma,
this yoking love, this kingdom becoming.
But in moments beneath love’s canopy
when rain falls for the thirsty and light shines for the hungry,
ice cracks brutal over the cold and heat scorches dry over the brittle.
So we walk under blue skies and dark ceilings,
through fresh breezes and dusty drafts.
We know the burdening yoke and its blessings,
the rough harness and its relief.
These are our joys and challenges,
the balance of a life,
the yoga of loving.
Oh, that we would have eyes to see and ears to hear,
hearts to love and hearts to be loved,
for in you all things are light.
Inspired by Pope Francis and Fr. Beaver’s calls for Christian unity, and by Jason Gray’s “With Every Act of Love.”