Love, You have come Comforter—
not simply to take the edge
off the irony of loss.
You come to lift up this cross,
dissolve recalcitrance,
wing me for spiritual flight.
Not only in lifting-up
are You known, or in height;
the depths also flood
with Your light.
Begrudged bitter grief yields
—what cleansing!
What wonder of the Christ
wreathes me
with joy-song of Soul,
Love's discerning simple sight:
forgive, to find forgiveness;
love, to know Love's might.
