(Who, having made the world,
of lovely justice,
glimpsed and yet to come
for all good creatures:
- life we share.)
"Love me, my love:
express in your embrace
of flesh and blood,
of sky and soil,
the care, esteem, and courage
that lovers need to see the dark days through.
Come to me as a swim in the autumn sea:
for I will carry, uphold, and refresh you,
even when you’re out of your depth.
Though, without respect and awe
for God, the Earth, Yourself, together,
you will have chosen danger;
you will have built on sand;
you will have trampled fledgling life;
and burned, polluting, sacrifice
which was not yours to offer
on the altar of the Earth.
But there is beauty yet:
And Christ’s forgiveness, sharing:
hope that needs not wait to hope,
and steps to take right now, before day’s end.
Yes, there are songs to sing on journeys travelling lightly,
for we tread on dreams of God.
So be it.
(Acknowledging ‘The cloths of heaven' by W.B Yeats).