Wed, 1998-02-11

Being Love

We are
because that
which was
which is and
which is to come

We are here
because everything else
is not here
but there.

And so,
we know not.

I, Mother, may of You take this:
Each of these is water for the thirsty,
across form, beyond form,
and yet from it.

Did anyone a greater favor
to You and Your world
than just be?

And who has ever had more
than this?

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