In the Arms of Love

In the arms of love I am warm
Her eyes are pools
my beauty reflected there

"Is Love pain?" I ask of Love
Without a word she calls me
to follow her
I resist, afraid

She turns to me, speaking
Love is not pain, my beloved
Yet all you must do for Love
can be painful

Like the farmer removes the chaff from the wheat
Love will thresh you
As the dross is burned from the gold
Love will purify your heart

My beloved, when love has
claimed you
your spirit will soar
to the heavens

Love reached out for me
once again in silence
and I followed~
unafraid

c Deby White Jizi 2008