I did not have to ask my heart

0177_I did not have to ask my heart

I did not have to ask my heart what it wanted
because of all the desires I have ever known,
just one did I cling to
for it was the essence of all desire:
to know beauty.

~St. John of the Cross, (1542 – 1591)

a heart made of light

0170_love, as light

I was looking out to the woods this morning, absorbing the leafy green gloriousness that is early June, when all of a sudden, I saw something I’ve never seen before and may never see again. As I looked on in half-disbelief, sunbeams spilled across the surface of our sturdy backyard oak to create a perfect heart, a heart made of light.

A heart made of light – an image so beautiful, so brief and unexpected, a moment so poetic and metaphorical, I can’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it was meant just for me, but I’m posting it here because it might have been meant just for you.