Hell was wandering this Dream of Life,
Not Knowing the Touch of The Beloved.
Heaven was dying in Her arms.
Who is this “She”
Of whom I've written countless words?
I… don't… know.
She is the Ineffable Presence,
Here in this very Heart,
Of Fullness, Completion, and Bliss.
What is this “Bliss”
Of which I've written countless words?
I… don't… know.
It is inherent in… Remembering Heaven*,
The Fulfillment of Unbearable Yearning,
A cry so plaintive as to break the hardest heart.
What is this Longing,
And that which is Longed for,
Of which I've written countless words?
I… don't… know.
Only Longing Itself knows,
But cannot speak in words,
Of Heaven, so far… yet here, in this very Heart.
And so it is,
Though Longing is Fulfilled…
Longing remains.
So it is,
Though Heaven's Light Shines within…
Longing remains.
So it is,
Though the Beloved's touch is upon me…
Longing remains.
So it is that even with Love Fulfilled…
The Light of Heaven Shining in my Heart,
Her touch always upon me…
My Heart bends like a rose,
In twilight's darkening,
Toward the Sunlight of Her Face.
And like a lost puppy,
I whimper and whine,
Even as I'm being Held.
