Beloved Beloved, who dares to open the heart and let the full living of love break the world apart, and the call's answer come humming its wide spacious sound around: Your silence abounds graciously, glorious and actual, as the night breath of air: Your silence is everywhere Out, out upon some new and unknow road you take me, and I go dying, into your empty arms, ever unharmed. We, your children, grow in that light which in us you are. June 1970