To Know Love

Such rich forgiveness: such death, the touch of life. And the
Soul, the heart’s content. She burns, the flame of stars. I grip
The light, adrift the clouds. Her tears, my fractured soul: her
Smiles, my glowing sun. We have died, a mystic death; we
Have flourished, a delphic life. And lustful pain, a glorious
Birth; and cultic flame, our rising light. Thus alive, our aching
Love; and thus asleep, our private fears. Hence the bliss, our
Lively prayer; and hence the myth, our vivid stream.

Such rich forgiveness: such death, the touch of life. And the
Soul, the heart’s content. She shines, the mist of God: I panic,
To fathom love. Her faith, the width of promise: her strength,
The pulse of Christ. And we love, aloft the pain. Thus the
Heart, a sacred shrine; and thus the soul, my brilliant love.
Hence we perish—immortal love.