87.) The River Rejoicing Reaches The Sea . . .

The river rejoicing reaches the sea

And pours out there all its burden:

Meeting so great an expanse of wideness

All its little counter currents are stilled

In one single stream of love which is the sea:

There were no condemning sounds

In the inner meeting

No invading censures of anything

Dampening joy there

Nothing could come through to disturb:

Love holding back the thoughts

That might trouble us . . .

Stopping the distant voices

From following us through the folds

Of the hills in the waves of the sea:

Love conquers all . . .
            Love is the sea I swim in

There are no barbed voices where love is

And at the end, where the sea’s edge is

There love meets the sky and is infinite.

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