Love, a cup I hold;
I've drank and from whence I am drunk.
The cross on my shoulder lay.
In fear I whimper;
in care I whisper the sweet nothing
meaningful to only one.
Love! Every day we see,
yet 'tis the stranger we'll never know.
The best of man it stoops, the wisest of him,
it makes, apple to joggle.
Love with many faces and;
Yet with no face, in many places yet a destitute,
causes many harms yet earns gratitude. Love!
The first mystery begging resolution!
Thursday, January 3, 2013