Doesn't the Beloved stand planted there, immobile,
An all-inviting presence at the the core of our being?
And isn't this meeting place encompassed by mercy,
Leaving no space for usual doubts and fears?
If so, we can at least take a stand in mind's swift river,
Bearing its currents without being swept away.
We can let heart's deepest wish dispell all others,
Drawn by love's wine into truth's sober realm.