On Behalf of Love

I'd like to kick off my first blog with an eloquent poem authored by St. Thomas Aquinas, the Saint which I owe my vocation primarily too.

On Behalf of Love

Every truth without exception- no matter

who makes it- is from God.

If a bird got accused of singing too early

in the morning,

if a lute began to magically play on its own

in the square

and the enchanting sounds it made drove a pair of young lovers

into a wild, public display of

passion,

if this lute and bird then got called before the inquisition

and their lives were literally at stake,

could not God walk up and say before the court,

"All acts of beauty are mine; all happen on the behalf of love."

And while God was there, testifying for our heart's desires,

hopefully the judge would be astute enough

to brave a question,

that could go,

"Dear God, you say all acts of beauty are yours;

surely we can believe that. But what of all actions

we see in this world,

for is there any force in existence greater than the power

of your omnipresent hand?"

And God might have responded, "I like that question,"

adding, "May I ask you one as well?"

And then God would say,

"Have you ever been in a conversation when children entered

the room, and you then ceased speaking because your

wisdom knew that they were not old enough

to benefit- to understand?

As exquisite is your world, most everyone in it

is spiritually young.

Spirituality is love, and love never wars with the minute, the day,

one's self and others. Love would rather die

than maim a limb,

a wing.

Dear, anything that divides man form man,

earth from sky, light and dark, one religion from another...

O, I best keep silent, I see a child

just entered the

room."

-St. Thomas Aquinas