Sometimes the Spirit approaches like a shy friend – a gentle tap on the shoulder, an embrace that is tentative at first, then you are enfolded in Divine Love.

Sometimes the Spirit approaches like a storm – a portentous approach, a bolt of Joy that shakes your ordinary world to its foundations, singing through your veins like wine made from sunlight.

Sometimes the Spirit approaches like the rising of the sun- pale and subtle, its ever changing hues a promise of comfort and wisdom.

Sometimes the Spirit approaches like a too-strong current- ripping you from your complacency, forcing you to fight to save your soul.

Sometimes the Spirit approaches like a clever flirtation- increasing your longing, pulling you further in as you labor under the impression that it is you doing the seeking.

But always the Spirit approaches, and never retreats from its comforting of the afflicted , afflicting of the comfortable, its seductive call part of the Ultimate Love Affair, the constant upheaval of our tidy, predictable, wretched worlds.

Approach me, I implore you, like the grape in the winepress: crush me,make me of the luminous secret to ecstasy.