Love, Like the Tide

Inevitable. Inexorable. Yet impossible. Who are you Who stands upon the tempests of my Soul? And altogether at once you sit yonder on the beach, cooking your catch of fish over the fire. Did you not also kindle this fire in me? Am I not also your catch of fish that you have netted in the deep? I am your willingly reluctant captive…

How I long to feed you with a Love that is pure and undefiled. But I am poor and homely, bereft of the food that satisfies. Therefore, you must hasten to feed me, that I may turn and feed You.