Summer Garden
The fountain-trickle
spreads across the rocks;
the spider
builds its web across the pool.
The air
is balmed by leaf and summer flower,
a jungle for a cat.
Martyr Song
We who are about to die
salute you,
but in our death God Himself
refutes you.
In this world of lie
every worldly hope may die,
but in our end is love,
only love,
a holy love.
Every human love goes wrong
for we are not very strong
but God has given us His love,
a holy love.
Love divides the light from darkness,
it divides the sea from land;
build your house upon the Rock
or collapse into the sand,
for in the end, only one thing will stand:
only love, and wholly love,
a holy love.
We who are about to die
salute you,
but in our death, God Himself
refutes you.
In this world of lie
even God Himself has died
but in His death was love,
wholly love,
a holy love.
