Love,
my heart longs day and night for the meeting with you--for the meeting
that is like all-devouring death.
Sweep
me away like a storm; take everything I have; break open my sleep and
plunder my dreams. Rob me of my world.
In
that devastation, in the utter nakedness of spirit, let us become one in
beauty.
Alas
for my vain desire! Where is this hope for union except in thee, my God?