Without doubt, God also feels love for thee."
These words from Rumi pierce me, like a dart,
with a hope rooted in holy mystery.
That this longing that has haunted me forever --
the one that I once thought was just for love --
could find its echo in the great Whoever
and rebound back to hold me as a glove
might hold a hand, protecting it from cold --
or sting, or thorns designed to thrust through skin --
that would with all-embracing love enfold
my being, both its blessings and its sin --
this knowledge transforms those who apprehend
its truth: enhanced compassion's its dividend.
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