Song to the Beloved
Beloved,
My voice is lost in a ringing ear,
but a still spirit shall hear me well
so quiet yourself and drink in
these words of my soul.
Like wolves in a hunt
I have sought after your heart,
never content just to come close
for you were made for me,
and I would not rest until I had all of you.
Do you remember when I rescued you?
How I carried you down to the sea
and let the salt water cleanse your wounds
I picked the brambles out of your hair
and replaced them with flowers;
peony and primrose.
You were timid at first
as you lay naked before me
and you would not meet my gaze.
Your soul, too, lay bare in the sand
and as I washed it clean
you began to realize how great
was my love for you.
How all along I have seen you
as you were meant to be –
wholly pure and unashamed
as they were in the garden.
Now, again, you lay before me,
arms weary from carrying so many burdens,
your eyes upon the shadows below
rather than upon the light above
ears ringing from the well-intentioned words
of so many who have never known you
as I have known you.
Beloved, remember me.
Remember me, your first love,
the source of all love,
all truth,
all beauty,
and O, how beautiful you are to me,
elegant as swans in a crystal lake,
bold and gentle in spirit,
and deep as the ocean floor,
but it all amounts to nothing
if you forget me, my love.
Rest with me a while
for I am always with you.
Listen to my heartbeat
and you will know
that which a thousand words
could never express.
Listen to the waves
and I will unpack your burdens for you
and your sorrows will become joys
just as night becomes day.
Go into the world, beloved,
and take my strength with you.
I will be your covering,
your rock,
your bread and wine.
I have known you,
I have loved you,
I am more than enough for you.