I know
I know you love me,
But how can I feel it?
I know you’re before me,
But where are your footprints?
I know where the path is,
But how can I walk it?
I don’t know.
You tell me to trust you,
I can’t see you.
You tell me you’ve done it,
I ask you why.
You say ‘I’ll show you’
I know I’m blind.
You say here I am,
I say I’m lost.
You tell me to follow,
I say I can’t.
You say ‘look at me’,
I look to your eyes.
I see you love me.
I see your smile.
Then... I know.
Written 15.10.2003
1 comment:
I really like that, Bee.
Reminds me of this poem by George Herbert...
"Love III"
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
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