When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.
When his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.When he speaks to you believe him,though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height, and caresses your tenderest branches, that quiver in the sun.
So shall he descend to your roots, and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn, he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked, he sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness, He kneads you till you are pliant;
Then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become bread for Gods sacred feast.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself,
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.
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