ADD TO THE CUP OF MY LOVE
Set before me is a cup, a cup that is my very own.
Some people fill their cup with coffee and some with tea,
Others with worldly things of their varied choice.
My cup is a cup filled with love, hopes and dreams,
With the very aspirations of your hearts and souls.
My cup is a very old cup, an antique to the utmost degree,
Formed before the very foundations of the world came into being.
It has been poured out many times for many people,
From the days of the Garden and up to this very minute.
A very special ingredient in my cup is that of love.
I’ve poured it out so many times that my wrists sometimes hurt,
But I endure because I know that compassion is so very needed.
T’was once a day many years ago when my cup poured completely out,
When I hung on that cross and showed my love to its highest degree.
But many are the times when I wished that people would add to the cup,
To sort of fill it up; adding instead of constantly taking from my reserves.
For although I have adequate supply to sustain all for eternity,
It does hurt that my love is taken advantage of.
Will you ever realize how it feels to have your cup emptied daily,
To be refreshed every night, only to be emptied the very next day?
O’ how I wish that our relationship was more than a one way street,
That we’d walk with each other on the journey of life and have true communion.
O’ how I wish that the feelings of love that I have for you, so very strong,
Would be returned in even the smallest fraction back in my direction.
It hurts me so very much when I constantly proclaim my love for you,
Yet you find it so hard to voice back to me some of the same sentiment.
I am your protector, your shield and your buckler, the one who loves you so.
I died for you once and would again if it were possible, but it is not.
Oh yes, if you could just say that you love me, those three simple words,
My heart would leap for joy and I’d bless you with your every possible need.
It would cause me to make forests in the desert places of your lonely hearts,
It would cause me to create flowing rivers in your dry and barren places of your souls.
It would cause me to make the sun sing during the day,
And I would have the moon lull you to sleep with precious melodies.
I would make the trees clap their hands whenever you passed by them,
And the waves of even the smallest pond would resound in a beautiful chorus.
Your bodies; my temples; would shine forth like the noonday sun,
And the lost would come in an endless throng hear you tell them about me.
It’s such a simple thing that is required of you, not a harsh burden, not impossible.
A simple task it is to love me, to return to me what I’ve given to you.
And I don’t require a full measure, just a few drops at will do at first.
Those few drops will produce incredible amounts of flowing waters,
Streams at first, then rivers, bays and oceans to a wonderful extent,
So much so that the whole world could not contain the love that we share with each other.
The iniquity of this world is but a fleeting moment,
Just one grain of sand in the hourglass of eternity.
Please do not allow it to harden your heart, or grow your love cold.
Yet again I entreat you, love me; I’ve done all that I can do,
And I will sit here patiently, waiting for the love that I desire and so deserve.
I’m coming soon, and I bring my reward with me,
And I pray to my Father that my reward for you will be plenty,
So much so, that my angels will strain to carry it.
Be blessed my child, for you are loved greatly.
Copyright 5/30/06 Ruach Ha Kodesh via David Ben Yakov