LOVE

In silence as the Universe conceived, 
In silence doth the heart of man seek out 
That other heart to rest on; 
Nature’s soul Yearns ceaselessly to give its speechless calm 
Unto her restless children as they roam 
Far from that central place which is their home. 
Wouldst know thy Mother Nature face to face? 
Wouldst hear her silent heartbeats? 
Close thine ears 
And still they senses; 
wouldst thou feel her arms Enfold they being? 
Thou must give thyself 
In uttermost abandon to her will 
That she may teach thee the one truth--be still! 
Be still--and from the Silence shall arise 
A mem’ry of forgotten mysteries. 
A healing peace descending on thy soul 
Shall bear it up to regions beyond words 
Where thou shalt learn the secrets of the earth, 
Of wind and flame and how the stars have birth. 
Then shalt thou know thy heritage of joy; 
Borne on the pinions of the Bird of Life, 
Tuned to the rhythm of revolving spheres, 
Feeling with all that breathes, with all that strives 
For union with its prototype above, 
The silent comforter whose name is--Love. 
-Frances Poile