Love is not wanted anymore, despite all that He has given them throughout the centuries. Even the wandering animals He has created enter and sit with Him, unbidden, to keep Him company; to bask in His infinite love. But His people – His very own people – do not come, neither do they care whether others come. In fact, some of them would infinitely prefer it if the common people did not come, did not show up; for the doors of their hearts are slammed shut, as are the doors of their churches. Only a remnant truly desire Him and seek Him with all their hearts. The rest leave Him there, exposed; all alone.
Note: Written in the Upper Room, on the vigil of Pentecost.