Love’s Alchemy

LOVE is the filling from one’s own

Another’s cup.

Love is a daily laying down

And taking up;

A choosing of the stony path

Through each new day

That other feet may tread with ease

A smoother way.

Love is not blind, but looks abroad

Through other eyes;

And asks not "Must I give?" but "May

I sacrifice?"

Love hides its grief, that other hearts

And lips may sing;

And burdened, walks, that other lives

May, buoyant, wing.

Brother, hast thou a love like this

Within thy soul?

’Twill change thy name to saint when thou

Dost reach thy goal.

Poems of Dawn