I mean, what is there even to say? Why do we even try anymore? You and I, sitting here, staring at each other… we have never needed words. And we never will. But they, like all things, are beautiful and spoken truly and sweetly they have the power to move and to inspire and if I can ever be that for someone else, then I have no choice but to be that vessel. Use me, O God, as you need me. For I need nothing else ever again. In this world, I am through.

Nobody believes in this shit anymore. That is why it’s so important that we talk about it, that we celebrate it - you and I, here and I. Are you ready? Let’s go. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

Let’s begin.

You may require nothing of the one true object of your love’s desire. Ask not her to speak the words nor to perform love’s secret holy rituals for you. Because in them, in your immaculate devotion to her grace you must be as always alone as Atlas holding up the very weight of the vault of the Heavens, held up as an umbrella, as a shield, as the gentle shelter of a tree above a pasture. Let her only rest there under for but a moment and ask nothing of her forever.

Devotion has only one name, one single-minded sound, one heart, one syllable bursting forth from the opalescent hue of thy breath. Love’s own fire diminished by nothing, distressed by nothing, never repressed or scorned or ignored - but turn all your thoughts to it. Decorate the images held in your heart to it, locked and sealed in her holy name; no magic key can open.

Open the pages of love’s winged emblems, cherry blossoms set free upon the night airs of your smile. Sit with me here in revery, in the darkly moonlit alleyways. The rocks beneath us give way in reverence and resonance to our passion, that embrace from which all the world began again in earnest. When God said, let there be light and there was light and you stood bathed within it as Venus rising from the sea…

O gentle company, O gathered throng who sits waiting around the bonfire of my burning heart, heed you my words, tones and frequencies, for they come not from me, but from the Song of God’s Love for His Creation, which he gives freely and bountifully for all. His love pours forth unquenchable inexhaustible from the fount of his creation, which is why I may find Heaven waiting for me all along in your smile, the sweet song of angels radiating from your eyes and the mysteries of life and all creation unfurled like ten thousand flags and sails at your touch.

To you I devote myself fully and completely, but not just as a vessel of God’s Grace, but in full knowledge and joyful recognition of all that you are, all that you have made yourself and allowed yourself to be as a Free and Beautiful being, as a creature, as God’s reflected magnificence walking upon this earth and through the many worlds. And I thank whichever one offered you up that day and allowed me to find you.