Games We Play II

And he raised his head

Looked down upon the people

His great voice said

When love beckons, follow

Though the path sometimes seems steep and hard

Be old and let the soft wings enfold you

Though the sword hidden among the pinion may cut deep

When the voice speaks to you believe

For the voice may shatter your dreams

As the north wind lays waste to the garden

For as love is your growth, so it is your pruning

As it ascends to your height and

caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun

So it shall descend to your roots and

shake them in their clinging to the earth

All these things shall love do unto you

As you may know your secrets of the heart

And in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart

Go into the seasonless world

Where you laugh not all you laughter

and weep not all your tears

For love gives naught but itself

and takes naught but from itself

Think not you can direct the course of love

For if it finds you worthy will direct your course

Love has no desire but to fulfil itself

To melt and be like a running brook