  What is this bitterness of love that scatters dust in the eyes? What this absence that shrivels the heart and the blood? What these cries that stop the ears with their pain? Let us take our love unto God, He understands, He has fashioned us and is kind; How well He knows that love must carry its burden If it would run to bathe in clear pools and lift its eyes to the stars! What are we that we should not know that we are His, And of Him our passion and of Him our tears? His breast is deep and He will fold us there In the mystery of His dark, in the miracle of His closeness. Distance from us knows He not nor space, And our love which is His how can it be divided from itself? Are we not one even as we are His? What is that cry? Is it sorrow or is it the wind upon the waters? What is this light that flows like a brook? How well He knows that love must carry its burden, If it would run to bathe in clear pools and lift its eyes to the stars! |
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