Only love in it's fullness...
Can caste out the grievances
Of the past; the anxieties about
The future.  All emptiness is prey
To unhappiness.  What can stop it?
Yet though we may know this-what
Good is this knowing?  Can we make
Love up; manufacture it; call it into
Being; find it in some desert place?
The seed of its being must already
Be in us,  The seed planted by our
Father and we must cherish  it as a
Gift given to the soil of  our soul.
Giving thanks for sun and rain in
Their proper measure; praying that
We are given the time to wait for
The ripening grain to be harvested in
The fullness of love. This tillage is our
Work from which we are given peace to
Rest.  To work and to rest  in faith and
In Hope we go forth learning patience
In the the contemplation of the now and
Rejoicing in the  fullness of the time
To come is our   life fearless= full of love.



ed




To  Love