Yours is the face that the earth turns to me,

Continuous beyond its human features lie

The mountain forms that rest against the sky.

With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun’s light

Sees me; forest and flower, bird and beast

Know and hold me forever in the world’s thought,

Creation’s deep untroubled retrospect.

When your hand touches mine it is the earth

That takes me, the green grass,

And rocks and rivers;

the green graves,

And children still unborn, and ancestors,

In love passed down from hand to hand from God.

Your love comes from the creation of the world,

From those paternal fingers, streaming through the clouds

That break with light the surface of the sea.

Here, where I trace your body with my hand,

Love’s presence has no end;

For these, your arms that hold me, are the world’s.

In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet

Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,

Lost, in the heart’s worship, and the body’s sleep.~



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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