Divine Paradox
But all through life I see a cross
Where sons of God yield up their breath:
There is no gain except by loss,
There is no life except by death;
And no full vision but by faith
Nor glory but by bearing shame,
Nor justice but by taking blame.
And that Eternal Passion saith:
"Be emptied of glory and right and name."
Rose of My Heart
Rose of my heart, what seek I now but Thee?
And dost Thou say, "Thorns grow upon My Tree"?
Thorns tore Thee, Fairest; what if I be torn?
Where Thou dost blossom, who would stay for thorn?
I hold Thee fast; I will not let Thee go;
For me doth this dear Rose of roses blow.
And so I say, Rose of my heart, to Thee:
Close by my Rose would I, Thy lover, be.
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