Indi, come orologio che ne chiami

nell’ora che la sposa di Dio surge
a mattinar lo sposo perchè l’ami,
che l’una parte l’altra tira e urge,
tin tin sonando con sì dolce nota,
che ‘l ben disposto spirto d’amor turge;
così vid’ io la glorïosa rota
muoversi e render voce a voce in tempra
ed in dolcezza ch’esser non pò nota
se non colà dove gioir s’ insempra.

– from Paradiso, Dante Alighieri
(via George MacDonald)

Black-and-white photograph of a man and woman straddling a brick wall. She sits in his lap, her legs around his waist; his hands encircle her face; their foreheads are pressed together in a close embrace.
Photo source unattributed.

See that young man and young woman. They have fallen in love at first sight.
In a short while there is a deep affection, and a strong heart love, the one toward the other. What is a heart of love? A heart of faith. Faith and love are kin.
In the measure that that young man and that young woman love one another they are true.
One may go to the North and the other to the South, but because of their love they will be true to each other.

– Ps Steve Roberts

I Will Find You

Hope is your survival
A captive path I lead

No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a long long time
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

(Mohican)
Nachgochema
Anetaha
Anachemowagan

No matter where you go
I will find you
In the place with no frontiers
No matter where you go
I will find you
If it takes a thousand years

(Cherokee)
Hale wú yu ga I sv
Do na dio sv I
Wi ja lo sv
Ha le wú yu
Do na dlo sv

No matter where you go
I will find you

– Clannad, The Last of the Mohicans

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort

of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are – chaff and grain together – certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

– Dinah Maria Craik,
A Life for a Life (1859)

Blessed is the hour, I and Thou,

When we step into the garden, I and Thou.
Blessed is the hour
When we enter the garden.
The nightingales quicken everything.
The fragrant roses quicken everything.
Drunk is the night, my beloved.

– The Passion of Saint Thomas More, Act II, Scene 4,
Garrett Fisher

Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

– The Wind Among the Reeds (1899),
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

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Fallen Angel

I found you broken on the ground
From your mouth a bitter sound
That became sweeter as I approached
You in your deepest agony

I put you up and raised you well
And more than stories ever tell
I fell in love with you those days
And hoped that you would too

You’ve been a fallen angel
Ripped out of the sky
But as your wings grew strong enough
You left me – behind to die

We built up our own world together
For our future I assumed
I believed in what you said that day
But was already doomed

The more you’ve learned and grown
The less you cared for me
But I was too blinded by my feelings
To see the dawning agony

I love you more than I can say
And we will never part
You told me nearly every day
But still you broke my heart

As soon as you could fly again
Into the open sky
You left me without any reason
Back on this world to die

 

– L’Âme Immortelle, Gezeiten (2004)