How easy to be happy right here in heaven
in the end, one doesn’t need for a great deal
ardour reveals its willing accomplice, ever

Thrilled to thrill with a deft and tender contact
yearning is like on foot through a valley
veiled within the loveliness of flowers

All of the splendor of the earth can handiest
lead us to the edge of what’s ours

Etched into our love there may be a message
now not of now but of all time and vicinity
telling of a fact past the passage

In which we pass from mystery to grace
neither are there signs and symptoms that such content material may be
except my love for you, and yours for me