For this cause we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to desire that ye might be filled with the knowledge of his will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; . . . giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light.
O beautiful young
community
of the elect,
who have well elected
Love to honor
and serve,
let now these earthly
splendors
of the heart link
love to living
Love
with bands
that never bind
but liberate
what can
no longer
be concealed,
which is
the quick
flow of
your silver laughter
delighting
in the
new forms now illumed
in Love's
most holy
light,
as roses
washed by spring rains
where light pours
from open heavens
give their
fresh testimony
with each leaf,
each
bud that
bears.
Know then
that these
our avowals
are no uncertain
pledges
but graces
bestowed
severally—
the very poems
of love spoken
or
love
unspoken
yet rooted
and
growing,
bearing us strongly
through the
difficult weather of
these
our beginnings.
