Love is all there is and that’s not new
I’ve heard that all my life—and so have you
But love is also that which guarantees
That you pass through heaven’s doors with ease
So what then is this “love?” My heart be still!
What more is it than melting of the will
Into the will of that which can’t be known?
Or snared in mental traps? That bird has flown
Beyond the clouds of knowing. Now submit!
If there’s a truth on earth, this is it.
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Love is that which makes the bitter sweet
Love is that which charms a leaden sheet
Into a solid plate of gold. Love can
Heal a wound and cure the ailing man
Love can be kind or harsh, it can expose
The cruel thorn pretending it’s a rose
Love, the acid that can smelt a stone
It is the spell that makes the sun postpone
Its tryst with dawn. It can delay the light
And grant the lovers that much more of night
Through love the healer resurrects the dead
And bids Sofia to walk with her bed
I had to bring the healer Issah in
God’s love sent him to forgive all sin
Embrace God’s love and come to Him alone
—And make the scaffold of this world
Your throne.
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Love knows no king, no slave, no thief, no saint
Love grabs the worst and best without restraint
Love bears us up to answer heaven’s call
Would you have guessed he summons
one and all?