There are two levels in your poem. One level is the that of human existence: what we know, what we do, what we hope for. On this level we experience love as an individual experience, and these add up to an immense number of experiences. But beyond what we can know is the rest of the universe, and we don't know if love is a force within it. B-U-T you wonder if what we know of love is just a part of a UNIVERSAL LOVE which might be IMMORTAL. You say we feel this is true but we have no certain knowledge. If this UNIVERSAL dimension of love exists, then WE ARE TIED TOGETHER BY SOME INVISIBLE TREASURE. You state this as a question because it transcends our minds. Your closing doesn't resolve the question. A Leap of Faith might for some, for others that may not be a possibility. One of the last arias in Handel's MESSIAH says, I COME TO TELL YOU A MYSTERY. Your poem is too wise to say more either for or against penetrating that Mystery which a medieval mystic called THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING. This is a profound and searching poem, Sandra. It's your gift to us.
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There are two levels in your poem. One level is the that of human existence: what we know, what we do, what we hope for. On this level we experience love as an individual experience, and these add up to an immense number of experiences. But beyond what we can know is the rest of the universe, and we don't know if love is a force within it. B-U-T you wonder if what we know of love is just a part of a UNIVERSAL LOVE which might be IMMORTAL. You say we feel this is true but we have no certain knowledge. If this UNIVERSAL dimension of love exists, then WE ARE TIED TOGETHER BY SOME INVISIBLE TREASURE. You state this as a question because it transcends our minds. Your closing doesn't resolve the question. A Leap of Faith might for some, for others that may not be a possibility. One of the last arias in Handel's MESSIAH says, I COME TO TELL YOU A MYSTERY. Your poem is too wise to say more either for or against penetrating that Mystery which a medieval mystic called THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING. This is a profound and searching poem, Sandra. It's your gift to us.