Journal johndiii's Journal: [Beloved] Love Poem 2

Know and hold, beloved...

        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 deep 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.

                                -- Kathleen Raine

...in heart's longing and true love.

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