When a man pursues the secrets of the things contained in space,
He is chasing the flying shadows of the Beloved’s face.
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We have come to understand that whomever God loves he ruins.
Small beer is that god who deals in increasings and accruings.
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We have climbed up out of the pit of stone, of worm, fish, bird and beast
To see your face, Beloved, hear your voice—to keep love’s tryst.
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The evening pianos have faltered into silence—because of love.
The night trumpets have wailed their last notes of violence—because of love.
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This salt waste, and a sky that is the mirror of our grief—
How long can we survive unless you send us relief?
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Iron plains, and then sea-stretch to new desert lands—grief’s growth.
This is the mercy of the Beloved to heal our wrath.
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Those whom we love now soon we will have to be leaving;
Why then let their changing moods be a cause for grieving?
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The beauty we see around us is a reflection
Of our Beloved’s face—singing that perfection.
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Because you are the way as well as the goal, we rejoice;
Because you are the song, in our hearts is always your voice.
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