December 22, 2012:
Where is LOVE? This mythical thing, that beautiful star of which we sing.
In dreams I’ve seen it, just beyond me it sits,
but as soon as I reach it slips from my grip.
Angels tempt me with its glory but rend my soul when I strive to touch,
it is not for me to have, only to behold.
What is love, that I should desire it?
The romance of the hearts of men leaves every heart still wanting,
and the emptiness of its completion taunting.
LOVE ME, we beg,
but for what reason? We ignore.
“My heart is broken!” cries the lover, but he is mistaken,
It is the love and not the lover which is cursed.
And what does this leave me?
To turn my back on love,
to deny my heart its greatest agony and joy?
I know it will cut me, but I return to my folly,
the fool at heart still begs for love.
But into my darkness enters the light.
Not the light of men, nor the light of angels,
but the eternal Light of a love beyond the curse.
Beyond the fault of this cursed world I fell in love with the Light,
and the Light returns my love.
And in the Light I’m not ashamed of curses in the night,
of the broken darkness of yesterday.
The light is love
and the love is light,
I fill with wonder as I rise to meet it, its taste is sweet and never grows bitter.
It colors my world with brightness and beauty,
it never leaves me to wander or wonder.
It is greater than I,
but never over-lording.
It gives of itself and it takes me in,
it is beauty,
and it makes me into beauty.