I do not know how one heart Can grow so great As to love A and B and C, Unless it be that balanced Upon the steady fulcrum of an M An alphabet of loving sits so evenly That all the letters have a place and part.
I name none, But A is such a spirit That all of lost mankind Can find a mother there, And healing strength And wisdom from The spirit of humanity - Of those who lived at other times In other places far away - And words to comfort every troubled soul.
Then B has such a heart That she would take into her care Every soul now lost And find them comfort there. Blessed beyond all grace Is any heart that B enfolds in hers - For it must grow so great With love's great joy That all the world Is compassed in one breast.
If C had not the fortitude Of patient, quiet endurance, Too many people Would be deprived of love And borrowed strength; Too many lives Would slip into the dark And never know the comfort Of the spark that lives in one But lights so many faces. None could possibly see that light So courageously held up Without loving its brave source.
Of other letters I could name an E, Now lost among the passing crowds Of passing youth; An F long departed far from here;
A G that loved and lost
Yet still has strength to go on loving.
An H that loves us all
And swears it true
Every time the wine has done its work
And I who loves the thought of love itself,
And for that thought is loved by many here. A J that made a long long leap Of faith and landed In the arms of love safe and secure; An S who rides an engine Powered by love Even if it crashes now and then; And Y and V And other As and Bs and Cs Even a Z And all the other letters in between.
For love is such a stuff it seems to me That it like to the primal atom Exploding when the Universe began. A little, such a very little, starting first And then, in hyperinflationary pushes, Faster even than the speed of light Filling all the vasty cosmos Of our skies.
I walk today along my city streets And watch with joy, around me This Brave New World Of faces smiling, joyful, loving; Filling me with love For all this family of Man Till, though it seems my heart Has expanded all it can, I hear of one more birth And find there is yet room For another child inside.
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