On a Limb - On Love (feat. Will Wedmedyk) Lyrics

Then said Almitra Speak to us of Love
And he raised his head and looked upon the people and there fell a stillness upon them
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him
Though his ways are hard and steep
And when his wings enfold you yield to him
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you
And when he speaks to you believe in him
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste to the garden
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself
He threshes you to make you naked
He sifts you to free you from your husks
He grinds you to whiteness
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart
And in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter and weep but not all of your tears
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love
When you love you should not say
"God is in my heart" but rather "I am in the heart of God"
And think not you can direct the course of love for love if it finds you worthy directs your course
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips