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