If Love is that which casts the shroud upon The mindful eye that sees the Cloud in pain; If Love or his the name which focusing On blinds the eye, but then awoke to song The spirit hears the Word of excellence, Then praise be heaped upon this gentle sense. If steadier the loaded pillar's held When two more hands enclasp, fulfilled or healed By how the bountiful creation lives; To see a soul of beauty's face in Love Allows them the Forgetting benefice, So may we sanctify those sentences. This affirmation in that Lordly Word That turns one to a path affording wide Acceptance that envalues every sod, And felt alighting just as He had said, "If Love is held between thee in my name, There I reside as well the holy flame." May we in loving love all things as much, And see the ways the spirits' springs are matched; Call it agape, happiness, or what You may, we feel it when we’re blessed to wait. A beacon though it's not beatitude, May we accept it with due gratitude.