St. Valentine was martyred for his faith,
Met obscure death and fades in legends dim,
Revived by those who seek to honor him
By now declaring love more strong than death.
Love struggles to declare itself today
Though fading and obscure it oft still seems.
In silent sacrifice I bow and pray
Beneath the broken altar of my dreams.
I have emptied my heart. Why then is it so full?
I have released the reins. Why then this pull?
Now silence has engulfed me, what struggles still to speak?
Now strength has poured into me, why am I weak?
I hold my death within me like a joy, pregnant with birth.
My love will yet arise.
My silence carries songs to fill the earth
My unshed tears
Will touch the skies.
I asked, upon a time, for God to give to me
A love that I could feel, and touch, and see.
And now that God’s own love is mine
I now know what to seek from the Divine.
Turn me, Father, inside out
Glory, glory, glory
When my pain has blessed the world
Let someone tell the story.
Now I ask for nothing more
And, Nothing, you will give—
If I can be truly poor
I will have learned to live.