3747. TO RECONCILE LOVE

TO RECONCILE LOVE

(the fire of all his purposes)

To reconcile love with death is

very hard  -  nay, it cannot be

done and I shall give up trying.

Listen as the voices sing - fey

and level, high and trapping; a

regular chorus of light, in the

chambers of the trapped, and 

I will give back nothing in return.

-

There comes a time - I think - 

when one needs to admit the

import of every single thing. 

Difficulties abound, yet every

particle matters and our place

and consciousness are made of

millions. Like the inland Strella

Mountain of Portugal's major

internal lake, the hulks of old

seafaring things bob up. We

too are alive on a sea of our 

own. To reconcile this with

death, all this, is oh so

difficult to do.

-

(I am sorry to be sad and 

always untranquil  -  and I

take my odds from where

they come. 'Ye shall not

recognize them.'

-

Neither tranquil tropics nor

Cape Horn's swells shall leave

my dark den, so desperately

trying to break through to a

blessed light and air.To 

reconcile all this with 

love and death is

very hard to do).