Originally published at The Catholic Thing
If the love you have for me,
My God, is like that I have for you,
Tell me, what holds me back from you?
Or what holds you back from me?
“O soul, what do you want from me?”
“My God, nothing more than to see you.”
“And what do you fear most?”
“What I fear most is to lose you.”
A soul hidden in God
What more can it desire
But to love and love more,
And in love, totally inflamed,
To turn again and love?
I ask you for a love which occupies,
My God, that my soul might have you,
To make a sweet nest
Where love may more gather.
