blue taffeta

covering herself neath blue taffeta

laying upon her quilted bed

she dreamt herself a Mary

a virgin announced to by God

but no Gabriel stood at her side

to view her available or decide

so she shivered herself into a tsunami

till common-sense reoccupied her mind

*God created through love and for love.  God did not create anything except love itself, and the means to love.  God created love in all its forms.  God created beings capable of love in all its forms.  God created beings capable of love from all possible distances.  Because no other could do it, God himself went to the greatest possible distance, the infinite distance.  This infinite distance between God and God, this supreme tearing apart, this agony beyond all others, this marvel of love, is the crucifixion.  Nothing can be further from God than that which has been made accursed.

This tearing apart, over which supreme love places the bond of supreme union, echoes perpetually across the universe in the midst of the silence, like two notes, separate yet melting into one, like pure and heart-rending harmony.  This is the Word of God.  The whole creation is nothing but its vibration.  When human music in its greatest purity pierces our soul, this  is what we hear through it.  When we have learned to hear the silence, this is what we grasp more distinctly through it.

-Simone Weil