Hail winged one. Lord of Love!

We do not always welcome you into our busy lives as we should.

For you have no regard for our convenience, our rules…..

But simply see each of us as another target for Love.

Sometimes, when you come, we rejoice.

Sometimes , when you come, we weep.

Yet even when your arrows are painful and agonizing,

Even when we lie awake at night aching from the wounds you have dealt us,

We must remember that All love is truly a blessing, no matter

Where it starts or ends,

No matter whether it must live unsung and die unborn in our hearts

Or whether it can run freely hand in hand with the love of another,

Bless us with your wounds, winged one, As you have endured love,

And make mistakes, so you will

Have patience with us as we fumble our way through our maze.

Love is a river, flowing from my heart, flowing from my heart……

–From The Pagan Book of Hours