The Desire To Be Consumed By Love

Sure, I’ve experienced love. I’ve felt its warmth bubble up inside me. I’ve loved, and I’ve lost. But what I truly yearn for is to be fully consumed by love—not just the idea of it, but the real thing. I want love to swallow me whole, to keep me nestled in its belly, where I can experience all the wonders love uses to grow.

I’m not just talking about dates, men, belly butterflies, letters, or marriage. I’m speaking of a whole, encompassing love—a love that can only be felt when you are universally in touch with yourself and with God. The love He speaks of in the Bible. Agape. A love that I pray flows from me so effortlessly, a love that sees beauty and value in everything and everyone. A love too wise to judge, too pure to dissipate.

I want love to enthrall my every action, to fill my lungs with the sweet air of compassion so that every word I utter carries warmth and sincerity. I want love to be the speck in my eye so that I may see you for who you truly are, so that I may look upon it all with favor.

I have a desire for love to make a home in my soul, to fluff the pillows of my imagination. I want love to engrain itself in my fingers so that every time I touch you, you may feel the depth of my affection and the tenderness of my heart. I want love to embed in the soles of my feet so that I may float my way through this world.

Let my mind be so well-versed in love that all other concepts bow before it, begging for a chance to exist. I have a deep desire for love—to embody it, to radiate it, to be it.