If Not for Love
Sometimes by icy mountain brook
there shines a gentle light
that etches all it falls upon
Or on a beach at even tide
the gold of setting sun
ignites the foam of falling wave,
inviting one: come rest, come look!
To us such glorious light is given!
And to what purpose, if not to show
that all about is much more
beauty than there needs to be?
. . . if not for Love.
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