dear advent, it's me, Love

He is sweet that way, trying to coax the world to dance.
Look how the wind holds the trees in its hands helping them to sway.
Look how the sky takes the fields and the oceans and our bodies in its arms,
and moves all beings toward His lips.
God must get hungry for us; why is He not also a lover who wants His lovers near.
Beauty is my teacher helping me to know He cares for me.
--Rabia

if you want, the Virgin will come walking down the road pregnant with the holy and say,
"I need shelter for the night , please take me inside your heart, my time is so close."
Then, under the roof of your soul, you will witness the sublime intimacy, the divine, the Christ
taking birth forever, as she graps your hand for help, for each of us is the midwife of God, each of us.
Yes there, under the dome of your being does Creation come into existence eternally, through your womb, dear pilgrim--the sacred womb in your soul, as God graps our arms for help; for each of us is His beloved servant never far. 
If you want, the Virgin will come walking down the street pregnant with Light and sing...
--St. John of the Cross

(Love Poems from God, collected and translated by Daniel Ladinsky)