Love for its Own Sake

These are the little glimpses of beauty

Though never planned to blossom forth and grow.

Let us not despise them.

These have their value too.

And we, who perceive their truth

Are richly blessed.

For lovely little indications

Of gentle thoughts and sympathy

Surely are only intimations

Of a greater Lover than you or me.

The gifts He gives are offered freely,

Out of abundance to each a part.

For every day come indications

That this  giver of love has a generous heart.

And if perchance, the gift seems fraught with sadness,

When the tenderness of love brings pain.

There never was an easy way to gladness

And perfect love on earth, we’ll ne’er attain.

Spring 1966



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