Love knows love and meets with joy
Its face in the beloved heart.
Come in, it says. Sit down and rest!
You must be tired, but tell me! Tell me!
Where have you been, all this time?
What life are you wearing these days?
What dance, what wounds, what joys?

Hold me. Say nothing. Just hold me.
The road is too strange and beautiful for words.
Hold me. The silence itself is a wonderful terror to hear.

Love meets love as two twins returning,
As the right hand greeting the left hand.
— It’s YOU! —

In that instant of recognition,
That flight of wonder,
Love is reminding itself
Of the great body of which it is part.