Love, You say, asks no questions.
My heart's not yet speechless
but, my mind's onto the truth
that all questions lose their validity
this side of the veil. To ask is to break
the silent bond. It's not about believing
or, not believing, but about love . . .
or, not loving and the longing
that's always there
and the despair that inhabits
every laugh and stride and smile,
every social nuance, as we bide our time,
do what we must, granting solace,
here and there, to ourselves and the world
far from the Avatar and the key.
Though, we are lost, we are in His hands,
and that is all the difference . . .
and that is all the difference.
O child of God, why keep speaking?
You are already spoken for.