"A Tribute to Love"

Because you're not what I would have you be

I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

Seeking mirage where desert blooms.  I mar

Your you. Aaah, I would like to see

Past all delusion to reality:

Then would I see God's image in your face,

His hand in yours, and in your eyes his grace.

Because I'm not what I would have me be,

I idolize Two who are not any place,

Not you, not me, and so we never touch.

Reality would burn, I do not like it much.

And yet in you, in me, I find a trace

Of love which struggles to break through

The hidden lovely truth of me, of you.

~by Madeleine L'Engle

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