On Love

When Love beckons to you, follow Him,
Though His ways are hard and steep.
And when His wings enfold you, yield to Him;
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when He speaks to you, believe Him,
Though His voice may shatter your dreams,
As the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as Love crowns you, so shall He crucify you.
Even as He is for your growth-so is He for your pruning.
Even as He ascends to your height
And caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall He descend to your roots
And shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto Himself,
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then He assigns you to His sacred fire,
That you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall Love do unto you,
That you many know the secrets of your heart,
And in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only Love's peace
And Love's pleasures,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
And pass out of Love's threshing floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
But not all of your laughter
And weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but Itself and takes naught but for Itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed;
For Love is sufficient unto Love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart,"
But rather "I'm in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of Love,
For Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire, but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be a running brook
That sings to the melody of the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness,
To be wounded by your own understanding of Love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at noon hour and meditate on Love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips