Indefatigueable Love

For Amos and Bethany

by CWK

Shhh.

     Say no more.

              Weep not now.

                        Sigh no longer.

It is enough to confess crimes;

take not justice to thy bosom.

You need not be your judge.

You have been your own accuser.

Weep not; this know:

whatever you say; whatever may come;

whatever you’ve done, or do –

whatever, no matter, I love you.

My dear, sigh no longer.

My love is not weakened; 

it only grows stronger

in the shade of thy distress.

And my supply of mercy – steepened

in love abundant – is sufficient to the test.

Indeed, my love rejoices at this trial!

Who can fight with none to best?

What's a victory without rivals?

I know the past:

the desperate gasps, and empty grasps

you made toward love.

Ever reaching, barely breathing,

you crawled in blackness forward,

downward, upon decaying stairs

toward the dream of love:

a dream that faded as you fared.

Yet, hopeful ever, ever on you dared,

searching, perchance, for a grain of wheat

among the tares.

Until –weary, starved, forlorn,

unloved – you mistook yourself unlovely,

and sought repast among the thorns.

Thence, each morning brought new mourning:

mourning wrenching mind and breaking bone.

My Love, I know. I know you rose at dawn

with a heavy hopeless yawn,

and a heart without a home; love without; again, alone.

And, with each waking

all dreams ended; all dreams ended there:

each time with the vision – not of dreams shared --

but dreams undone: hearts unpaired.

Then, promises of darker nights, 

in dimmer lights –

and with each new night, nightmares.

You confessed the darkness.

Now rest, My Darling.

Know now, always: I love you.

I loved Thee hence, and now -- not less --

but better, I love. I love you more.

This darkness is, I say again, a test.

For in this, Thou whom I adore

shall see – against the darkness proved –

my true loves’ brilliant brightness.

I am not shaken; not an inch moved.

Nor grieved am I; nor rattled.

Rather, I am grateful for your flaws:

like a soldier grateful for his foes.

For, here's my chance to prove my love in battle.

When your worst, my love is best.

Best loved, Thou; Thou, with love, be blessed.

My love sails with Thee, with Thee rests

on a vessel set adrift without an oar

on endless seas, 
with ne’r a dock, and n'er a shore.

Beyond time; past the past;

further than the future, too.

Beyond all, my love lasts

forever. I love you ever, ever new.

Whatever, no matter,

I love you.

Sigh not; weep not. Rather relish

this love, thine. My Love, thy love, cherish.

Merciful love meets your mistake,

and expands, and does not brake:

draws close, and does not forsake.

Under mercy, love heeds not misdeeds,

but -- by grace -- looks and sees

holy love; stony hope; only need.

My One, with me one; we shall be one.

And sweet love, Thee Loved, receive

this love like a well worn creed.

And henceforth, by faith, reread.

In my love, My Love, believe.

Toward you, I fix my eyes:

with nary a doubt; nary a sigh.

Here I stand until I die:

ever with you, ever near you, near me.

My love, myself, is mine to give, 

and I give freely, in freedom, unto Thee.

For love, I die; yet more, I live.

Still, I hear you ask, "What if love...?"
Do you not know? -- my love is a gift, Love.
I hear you ask, "How? Why? When? What love..."
But that of which you speak, Love, is not love.
The city which love builds 
never falls; it only grows.
That city shall stand, apart the will of man,
against every evil, every foe.
That city shall never lie in ruins;
I fear, My Love, your thoughts
of love are still too human.
There is, for this love, no "if love" --
there is only love, toward love, always moving.
This love is my love, and so it is Thy Love, too.
Whatever, no matter, I love you.