You are more than the created worlds to me,
more than the countless silently flaming suns,
My sweetest thoughts and memories are of you.
I meet you in a thousand faces–even my own–
as you multiply ten thousand graces, as you
shield my precious life and fill me with music.
There never will be enough ways to express
the love by which you own me, though I don’t
stop trying. Waking in the night, tattered
by dreams, I sense your calming presence.
My trust is infinitely fragile, but you have never
let go of the fine strand that tethers me to you
or to this world, nor have you abandoned me.
Before I knew you had always been with me,
despair was my allotment. Now that I do,
joy overflows in every raindrop, flower,
mountain, sea, and river that runs
through my life, because you are there
to celebrate with me. Even the sorrows
have lost their sting, met and healed
by your presence with me. To be one
of your lambs, alive and free, pleasures me
more than any other gift could do.
Your name sums all of this: beloved.