If we should dare press

past the point where love

stresses the soldered joints

and breaks us free from fear’s

freeze, retrieves the keys

of a kept indifference--

we will be flung off

the spinning tire, far afield

our mud will fly, our moon

break orbit and bolt unbound

toward the higher light,

outward tumbling into night space

and spaces desperate for grace,

needy, pleading places for

faces now turned up and out

having long looked down and in

and loved, no doubt,

and loved again.

I am musing on the one command Jesus gave His followers: “love one another as I have loved you.” No doubt Jesus knew that if they REALLY loved one another, that inward love would heat up and explode outward in a centrifugal force that would multiply itself a million times over until the whole world was awash in its wake. And that is exactly what happened.