Draw me…

To the One who is both

Host and Guest,

Master and Servant,

Lover and Beloved:

Draw me, and we will run.

Fleetly, to follow,

Follow the fragrance,

Love’s ardent aroma.

Take my hand—lead me,

For some days I am reluctant,

Reticent,

Even shy;

Loathe to intrude,

Hesitant to enter.

Yet you whisper sweetly.

I can never refuse You.