I would not love except our love be giving

Not just between ourselves – but all the living.

All other ways will leave us sad and grieving

That path alone, the path of true receiving.


This love came uninvited, free and uncontrived.

Nor could I stem its flood when once it had arrived.

Just as the light of dawn bids darkness rise and fly,

So love with its bright beams fills all my inward sky.


If not incidental music to the play of love,

Passion is parade.

But if a vista from the mountain walk of love,

The heavens invade.

If not sown and nurtured in the fields of love

No growth, no flower.

But if a towering roller in the seas of love,

Then life, then power.