(Who is it that comforts me with pure love,
when i hear it so clearly,
so achingly spoken?)
i am your Voice, my Lover;
i am the One in you
who loves Me.
my Love you cannot speak
so i give you my Voice
to speak it to Me.
Only when you speak to me thus
can you hear my Love for you.
And when you hear Me
you use My Ears,
See! My Ears
are then yours, too.
Oh sweet child of clay and starlight,
won't you take my Arms as well?
won't you swell with Their squeezing?
won't you reach with Their carressing fingertips
to Love my loved ones with my Touch?
Only then, dear heart, body and soul,
will you feel My Love for you
with Mine Own Skin.
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