I will love thee, O Lord of Love
For loving is my force, that thou has delivered me
My God, my strength, in whom I care to trust;
Sharpen me then on the canvas of relationship
For by harmony I admit I have praised
Thee a hundred times, save me from the snare
Of mine enemies, who do not treat me fairly
The sorrows of life will be well compensated for
In my distress I can always call upon thee
And I shall cry easily unto The Lord of Love
Who soothes all wounds and whose voice
Is my temple, so let the Earth care for me
As I would care for the children of her coasts
For human beings make darkness a kind of sanctuary
And in brightness cannot last, or cannot face
For to be made perfect for the perfect love
Can take a lifetime of trying, of giving and receiving
Before we learn how to truly give
And in perfect suffering find a miraculous compassion
For ourselves and for all things
This be my salvation and my holy shield
To care ever more and more, like a sensitive child
For the things that hurt and the afflicted people.
Hear the right, O Lord of Love, attend unto my cry,
Your humblest of servants, this foolish one who feigns
The voice of the poetry for all humanity
Let my sentence come forth from thy presence:
Give unto my prayer, whose golden prayers
Only ask connection to nature, listening for
Some Universal Order of goodness
Let thine eyes behold the things that are equal
Thou hast proved mine heart; compassion is thy glory!
Thou hast visited me in the night of my deaths
And I am born again in Thee, with Thee, for Thee
I ask not anything for myself, but my natural fate
Not especially kind or fortunate, I do not care
I have called upon thee, for my kind, for the World of Men
That they may feel more often thy marvellous lovingkindness
Not for deity or false community, or Nation-pride
Not for wealth or prosperity, or corrupt commerce of inequality
But for light, for love, for the faith that attends
The cruelest misfortunes of our everyday suffering
Hear the right, O Lord of Love, for we know not
How much time we have left us mortals
Each year brings with it its meal of slow divinity
Whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasures of gratitude
Blessings as full as children, easily compensating for
The heartbreak of our ordinary trials and tribulations.
Preserve us, O Lord of Love:
I care not for this flesh, for myself
For in thee Universal life, I place my trust
Undying as I will die, Living as I attempt to do
Your work on this planet, my intended nature
Gives me fruit and fall
Thou art my Lord: whatever I do
Is because of your energy in me
And to be excellent, in whom is all my delight
And all the angels that ever experienced Earth
The Lord is my portion of mine inheritance and my cup:
Give us then this clean air, water, taste of centuries
Yea, we have goodly heritage enough
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel:
Endure, take stewardship of your portion
I have set the Lord always before me:
And I am willing then to do his work first
Therefore my heart is glad, his glory to help:
In the presence of last joys I make my way
As one Holy One to see corruption fair
To bring a light to ignorance, of saving peace
To do God’s work is the best pleasure of the flesh
To see God in others and embrace them with love.
There are days and years when we are all Fools
Believing in ourselves more than the Universe
The fool hath said in this heart, There is no God.
He seeks profit not for God’s work
But takes from the system that enslave the weak
The Lord of Love at times seems to abandon
The Kingdoms of Men, knowing the outcome
Before the appointed time of Divine judgement
There are days and years when I forgot
To take refuge in Nature’s quantum counsel
To connect to the cosmos like invisible thought
From the heart where resides our own perfect Light
But though the Lord is our refuge, we are fated
To witness abominations, and walk a long weary road
Before any warm breath of Salvation
The Chosen people are those who endure
With a quiet tenderness, in spite of all suffering
For to be righteous is not to be seen by Men
But to follow God in our hearts, and give more
Than we receive, to this existence granted unto us.
Help, Lord; for the godly has ceased in me;
For the faithful frail part of me has died
And this world’s corruption eats at my Will
My Will to Love, my tongue that’s silent
Our lips are our own: but where is my Divinity?
It does not reach for the stars
But is hidden in the shadow of my errors
I am oppressed by myself, my bad habits
And while I sigh for the needy, I am powerless
To help, to redeem this fate
The Words of the Lord of Love are pure
But purified now I am not, I am lost
Help, Lord; for the humble and the meek
Need a new kind of energy, strength, hope
When the vilest men are exalted, the most compassionate
Suffer the unbearable isolation of poverty
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord of Love?
How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
I have been looking for you everywhere
In everyone, but only see glimmers now
Having sorrow in my heart daily
Consider and hear me, O Lord my cherished God.
In the Universe I put my trust
How say ye my Soul, for freedom?
Flee as a bird to the highest mountain?
For, lo, the sunshine bends her brow to me
She makes ready the world for tomorrow
Nature is my holy temple, her throne
Are the lights of the night’s sky
Her Grace are the galactic signs
The Lord of Love blesses the righteous
For delight brings favors to those that follow
Their rightful bliss, not for profit but for
The portion of their spirit’s need
Not in the blind faith of men, but in
Their inner power given at birth
The golden immense sign of their genius
Their Godhead, whatever it may be
Praise that, and you praise your true nature
In the Cosmos I put my trust
Not for idols, tradition, authority, or previous masters
But for all that may come to pass
To those with the courage to look forwards.
O Lord of our Lord, how excellent is thy name in this Universe
Who hast set they glory above the cosmos
Out of the mouth of children and for the Light
Hast thou ordained us to feel such hunger
For knowledge, new worlds, within and without
Thou has made us into migratory seekers
Forever between faith and the Earth
When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,
The moons and the stars of this mindful tapestry
What is man, that thou art mindful of all creatures?
And the children of men, that there is life everywhere?
Has thou visited us, have thy seen our progress?
Will thou crown our wisest children with new technology,
For thou hast made him a little lower than those angels,
Thou hast made man with for the use of tools and language
And he has used the fish of the sea, the beasts of the field
For his dominion, brief dynasty or a species to sow the stars
With the milk of new Earths, O Lord of Love,
How excellent it would be, to greet ourselves in eyes unlike our own.
O Lord my God, my universe, my Evolution:
In thee I do put my trust, save me from turbulence
Deliver me from persecution among my own kind
Lest they tear my soul like last lions,
Rending my faith to pieces, while there is none to deliver.
O Lord my God, train me as I train myself
Let me learn good in every evil, and in ignorance
Find bright specks of knowledge, let the presence
Of Majesty persecute my soul until I surrender
Not to mine enemies but to God’s will for me
Yea, let him tread down my life until all doors are closed
But God’s own will, and lay mine honor in the dust. Selah.
Arise, O Lord, as all cosmic things, revolving Stars!
In the absence of judgement, I will protect them
In the absence of greed, I shall give unto them
In the absence of righteousness, I shall humbly love with them
For the congregation is the compass, the people are the journey
Let the Universe organize its energies, fate’s integrity is enough
That some die too young and others wield pain without remorse
My defense is of God, and to all people I must assume
God’s plan works in mysterious ways, until all wickedness comes to end.
Give ears to my words, O Lord, that I may be healed
Consider it my meditation
Of a poetry without end
Hearken unto the voice of my silent cry, my Sovereign King,
For unto thee I will pray, quietly
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Diamond Lord;
In the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up
To the vigilant Sun of my few days on Earth
For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in harshness and disdain
Neither shall I dwell upon my ills or misfortunes.
The foolish miss thy sight with petty thoughts
They shall destroy themselves with their negativity
The Lord will abhor the warlike and deceitful mockers
That hoard and do not ask questions of laughter
But as for me, I will come into thy house with shining eyes
Full with the mercy and compassion of the wretched
And in thy fear of all ruin shall I worship a higher way
Towards a holy temple by thy feet
Lead me, O Lord, where I my own worst enemy
Make my path straight before my face.
Let me be silent until my wickedness does melt;
For my tongue should be a healing grace
For my heart should spread some vibrant joy
And my soul a shield to men pass an eternal flame.
Hear me when I call, O God of my humility:
I have been led here by suffering
Thou has enlarged me with the
Distress all around me, the chaos of
My human imperfection impregnates me
With prayer, and the will to do good
Have mercy upon me, and hear my hopes.
O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn
Away from your inner god and glory?
How long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.
But know that the Lord hath apart him
That can love purely, without self-benefit
Without the merits of the marketplace
The Lord will hear when I call unto him
For I stand in awe, and sin only intended sin:
Sin that is my commune with my future self
That I might commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.
I offer the sacrifice of inferiority, failure, defects
And put my trust in righteousness, everlasting,
There be many who say, Who will not see our Good?
Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance
Brighter as always for the darker times, upon us
Thou hast and shall put gladness back into my heart,
More than in the time that their shelter and luck increased.
I will both be subservient to the teachings of my life, and sleep:
For thou, Lord, only makest my path a beauty of peace.