When I thought I was full, 
God sent more.
God inspired more.
God provoked 
and instigated more.
And the Love 
that is of God 
grew.

Love that is of God
is big love,
good love,
enduring and grounded
and soaring and sweeping
and lyrical and quiet.

It is ferocious love that 
knocks-down-barriers-and-borders
the I AM never made because 
the love that is of God
refuses to be small. 

Love that is of God
is practical and joyful
and transformative 
and subversive -- 
refusing to ever 
leave us be
love.

Love that is of God
is sufficiency
and transforms into abundance
when shared with another.

Love that is of God 
never subtracts,
never diminishes,
never humiliates,
never erases - anyone.

Love that is of God
is the antidote to lies.
Love that is of God 
tells the healing truth,
weaves and re-weaves,
and braids together,
and adds and multiplies 
and compounds love.

Love that is of God
is limitless
and stubborn
and it never, ever dies.

That love is too big for borrowed tombs.
That love swallows up death.
That love shares power with 
the beloved
to keep 
getting up
because that love loves.

Love that is of God
makes a home
in all of the places
and in all of the people,
and in all of the stories
that we would not.

Love that is of God
beckons us to stretch,
to be more - 
to see more -
to want more -
to pursue more -
to feel more -
not because we are not enough
but because we are more.
Love that is of God
says, "Be who you are."

Love that is of God 
shows off,
leading with a heart
that delights
in the giggles of children
and the songs of the aged.

Love that is of God
cries and weeps and storms
and becomes furious
and indignant
at the sight of 
God's beloved
fashioning God's own 
words and resources
into weapons and bonds 
and chains and stumbling blocks
for God's beloved. 

Love that is of God
breathes on
the canvass of every night,
turning up the wattage
of every sparkling star
assigned to lead
the beloved to freedom.

Love that is of God sings.

Love that is of God searches,
never sleeps,
travels light,
makes room,
gathers chicks
and stubbornly refuses
to leave
not nary a one behind,
not nary a one out,
not nary a one alone.
Ever. 

When we think we are full, 
God sends more.
God inspires more.
God provokes and instigates more.

And we know the love 
that is of God
is alive among us
when the 
love of God grows.

_{Image: “Three Girls Watching a Plane,” by Vivian Cherry.}