I beg you, O God, to reveal to me the mystery of your love. Let your love be to me a new dawn at the end of a long night of gloom. Let your love be to me a new plan, showing the way of spiritual slavery. And let that plan be so simple that I can understand and follow it. Your love is like a white dove with orange flames bursting from its wings. The dove brings the promise of peace to my troubled soul, and the flames promise joy to my miserable heart.