A hand reached down and struck a match
To light a short candle set in a window.
Estranged night could not smother and
It’s burning still.
For the moth sensing the flame in the darkness,
Fluttering to reach
What cannot help but burn,
And never go away again.
I burn, I fly the long corridors of desire.
The hand has lit my soul
And I am the moth to his light.
I burn unless I am burned up.
Are you too afraid? “..Is it warm? Is it pain?”
Ask your heart what love is worth.
Is love so small and you keep it?
Or is it bigger than you and I?
We hug; we kiss; we dream.
Warm loins; warm breasts; warm forever we hope.
If human touch can fill our souls, how much
More will fill us from above!
Come, join me.
We must not walk alone any more.
Fresh like thousands before, our climbing path is pebbly;
But we’ve learned that love is our pot of gold, ever brighter shining.
Let us leave the lonesome crowd,
The unsatisfied treasury.
Share your gathered jewels: our souls will be our purses.
We must go up, mortals leaning on an arm.
Home! I see the lighted lamp by the door
From far away;
A tourist on earth, I’ve dropped worn-out baggage.
Now I am dancing to seek Father’s flaming heart.
Come, join me. I do not walk alone any more.
We have been blessed, a taste of feasting future.
Love has set the table and will open the Door.
Father is calling us Home.
Home! Strong Carpenter’s hands
Greet us tender.
“Everything is ready for you.
I’m glad you’ve finally arrived.”