Adelphopoiesis

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.