These few days, the poem from Mechthild keeps coming to my mind. It reminds me of not only love that God has for us, but the kind of love we should strive for in our human relationships, not merely just fine and dandy, but intense and passionate.

Each day the prayers stay the same, for patience, for self-control, for purity. Whether during breakfast time, walking to school, on the tube or generally just having time to think, the prayer is the same. I begin to wonder if I think it about it too much. We prayed together for self-control and purity, for direction and discernment, last night. The connection we have is so strong it scares both of us. So we decided to treat each other as what siblings would do, and I know that we can only succeed if both parties support each other actively.

Thoughts in my brain pointing at all directions, I cannot pen them all down, but all I want to do is to trust God and His perfect plan.