The Child Compassion

Unwelcome child

Compassion come

Into my heart

As to the womb,

It laboureth

In anguish to

Bring thee to birth,

With thy frail cry

Too weak to live

Too strong to die.

I confessed

Do suckly thee

Upon my breast

Spirit, Silken Thread

Spirit, silken thread,

Lightly wind

Through the fingers

Of my soul

She is blind. . . .

I take thee, Life,

Because I need,

A wanton love

My flesh to feed.

Insatiate

Cries out, cries out

For its true mate.

Love Song

Though to think

Rejoiceth me,

Love I will

Not think of Thee,

my resting place

Yet I will

Not seek embrace,

Has shed her pain

Will I come

To Thee again.

My heart is free

I will give

It back to thee.