Secret Love



I awoke this morning with the lyrics of this song floating in my mind. It is a popular song from my youth. I quote the whole song here with its creators listed at the bottom. That secret love is one we all share. It ought not to be a secret, but it is so large we fear to touch it. This is the love the Great Creator shared with us at the moment of our creation. It is the very flesh of our flesh, the air we breathe and the songs we sing. We are this secret love. As we know this we can ‘shout it from the highest hills’ and speak it to golden daffodils. This is our transformation waiting to happen. Find your secret now! 

The line which stands out for me is "Became impatient to be free..."  Our great love is longing to be free to deliver to our experience the truth of our being. It wants out! It is our salvation and our liberation from the tragic sense of separation. It wants to be free and we simply have to allow it to do so.

Our not so secret love is seeking us.

“Once I had a secret love
That lived within the heart of me
All too soon my secret love
Became impatient to be free

So I told a friendly star
The way that dreamers often do
Just how wonderful you are
And why I am so in love with you

Now I shout it from the highest hills
Even told the golden daffodils
At last my heart's an open door
And my secret love's no secret anymore

Now I shout it from the highest hills
Even told the golden daffodils
At last my heart's an open door
And my secret love's no secret anymore.”

"Secret Love" music by Sammy Fain and lyrics by Paul Francis Webster.[2]

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