What Is, Is In Love (S6)
I’m a moth circling the light of the beloved’s face.
Give me your soul-nourishing hand, and nothing else.
If my body is cut from head to toe,
Every joint is love’s abode, and nothing else.
When the drum of “Am I not your Lord?” was beaten,
to test the friend from the enemy,
when the Friend asked, He heard His answer:
I said the name of love, and nothing else.
(Carl’s
english poetic experiment:
I said “trouble!” but that’s
love, and nothing else.)
